Four days ago Mommy and Daddy left the house with a purple cat carrier. When they returned, they carried it upstairs, where Fuzzface lives (that’s the cat, Fuzzface.) The carrier looked heavy, the way Daddy held it. Ever since then, they’ve kept the door up there closed. There are strange noises coming from there. I think I caught a whiff of something new through the crack in the door.

I don’t know exactly what was in the carrier, but I suspect the worst.