You come to your senses slowly and stagger to your feet, still only half-awake, aware of something...unusual...different...
A scabby old striped cat with a malignant gaze glares at you from beside the bed. Nothing unusual about that. You've grown accustomed to its face. It kind of makes your day begin. Sad to say.
No, it isn't the cat. It's the ticking. The sound of something ticking...
Oh no! The cat's ticking.
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