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Sitting patiently outside was Waffles.
Tripod.
Sleek black fur.
Bright yellow eyes.
White forehead star.
Alive 16 years later.
Rose's leg kept the cat from #slipping inside.
"Dave?" echoed through the apartment.
"What?"
"C'mere."
An annoyed grunt was followed by heavy footsteps. "What?"
Rose pointed down and out the door.
"Who's the cat?"
Rose stared. "Waffles."
He peeked outside then at the modest box on the bookcase marked with 'Waffles' on a brass plate. 1/x
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Show threadtobadzistsiniMar 27
"That's Waffles?"
"Yeah."
"I thought he was orange."
Rose rolled her eyes. "He liked waffles. He didn't look like one." Her mind said, "And he looked like one when I found him..." and made her grimace.
"Hello?" It was Stew from next door. Jewish. Nerd. Doctoral student at WCI. "Oh there he is!" He adjusted his glasses, knelt, and scooped up the cat.
"Where did you find," she paused to avoid saying 'Waffles', "—that cat?" 2/x
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Show threadtobadzistsiniMar 27
Without hesitation, "I built a chronoporter with leftover exotic matter from the lab, fired it up, and this fella popped through."
"I see..." Rose stared with nostalgic jealousy to feel a familiar, wriggly cat in her arms again. "Yanno that's my cat."
Everyone turned to find another cat trotting from Stew's apartment.
Tripod.
Black fur.
Bright yellow eyes.
Forehead star.
Followed by another.
This one was stockier.
"Ah jeez, I left it on" he cried. "This'll be quite a paw-radox!" 3/3
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