[ WP ] A Zombie outbreak occurs and only affects cats . A plague of zombie cats roams the world .

Ivy had her heart set on a dog, but living in this apartment, what could we do? Even one of those little sweater-wearing things was out of the question. Ai n't fair to keep couped up an animal you claim to love. So getting Mog was our way of compromising. Lady at the shelter said it had FIV, which meant that she was an indoors cat, and that if we took her home, they'd pay for her medical bills from here on out. I think Ivy was disappointed at first, expecting I'd come home with some cute little kitten, but you've got to be practical. And to be honest, I was taken with this scruffy-looking thing. Had character, you know? 
 
 Well, turns out I made the right choice. Took all of an hour for those two to end up inseparable. Guess Mog had n't know affection like Ivy gave it, and that cat gave it right back. The things that animal would tolerate... Pram rides, tea parties, swear to god she had it wearing a bonnet one time. I guess on some level she knew Ivy was still only little, and treated her like she would a kitten. Cute as hell, it really was. 
 
 And, you know, this was years before the round-ups started. By then, that cat was family. What was happening on the news was scary, it really was, but I just did n't see how it affected us. Mog was an indoor cat. Could n't hurt another cat even if she wanted to, could n't get hurt in the first place. I did n't blame the government for doing what they were doing, but I sure as hell were n't about to try and talk our situation over with some national guardsman. TV already shown plenty of what happened when you did n't take `` just doing my job, sir'' as an answer. 
 
 So I kept quiet. Were n't hard, really. `` Surprise'' inspections are n't all that surprising when a fuck-off great truck full of wannabe soldiers pulls up outside your building. Half a one of Ivy's hay fever pills mushed in tuna, and I could get Mog sleeping deep enough to hide. Only had to do it a couple of times. We were twelfth floor. Plenty of time. 
 
 I guess what I had n't considered was that even with her medicine, Mog caught things easy. I do n't know, they said it ai n't airborne, but if I shake someone's hand, borrow a pen or use their phone, who's to say that person do n't have a cat they kept hidden too? I know it happens gradual, and there's footage of those guardsmen taking animals weeks down the line. Taking the owners too at that point. 
 
 At first it was real worrying. I mean, I was having all kinds of thoughts I thank god I did n't act on. Cos the thing is, though it affected Mog, it did n't affect *us*. As a family I mean. I'll be honest, she lost a part of herself to that disease. I still hate to see her walk like that; none of the grace she used to have. And not smart like she used to be. Ca n't read your mood really, wo n't sit on your lap just cos you clearly had a hard day. Plain to see she still loves us though, Ivy especially. Mog might not move a muscle all day now, but when Ivy picks her and gives her a squeeze, you can hear she'd be have been purring the whole time if she could. 
 
 Compassion's important, right? By now, I should be in a home somewhere. I do n't get about so well, that's something Mog and me have in common. And Ivy, beautiful, kind-hearted woman that she is, she takes care of us both. Ca n't understand why she never married, had a family; she would have made a wonderful mother... Ai n't my place to judge though. I'm just so glad we all still got each other.
