I will never forget the day when my cat became a life-sucking portal to disaster and tore up my room.

“Where am I?” I groaned. Typically that’s the first thing someone says in this sort of situation, so sorry for not mixing it up.

My stomach did a back flip. I still felt like there was motion in the room. Peering through the rubble, I desperately sought out an answer. Just then, I found the source. Staring arrows at me from under the bed, Rory hissed at me. Rory was usually a calm and kind cat, with her dark blue fur and her some-what creepy yellow eyes. She was old and had been with us before my father passed.