Horrors of the FurHorrors of the Fur. By Wolphin.Horrors of the Fur
I awoke at dusk and groaned. That was it. I had had it. Tonight I was seeing the doctor.
Reluctantly I uncurled myself and stuck my head out of my nest, eyes wincing at the descending sun. Making the disliked decision I squeezed out of my bed and stumbled to my feet, tail fluffing itself behind me, seemingly in anger. Not for the first time I wondered if my tail was possessed, sometimes it seemed as if it had a life of its own.
Drawing the curtains, I stretched and peered at the mirror, shudder
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