And then, from the dark, two yellow eyes opened. Not Scratch’s eyes. These were larger, wider, set too far apart. They rose from the bottom step—not walking, but unfolding , a shape that bent where nothing should bend.
The scratching stopped. A long pause. Then a single, clear word: “Company.” Catscratch
And sitting on the kitchen counter, cleaning one gray paw with deliberate slowness, was Scratch. The cat yawned, revealing a mouth full of needles, and for the first time, Leo saw the truth in those yellow eyes: I was keeping it in. You let it out. And then, from the dark, two yellow eyes opened