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Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard containment room with one normal sized cat bed, one water bowl, one food bowl, and one litter box. SCP-XXXX is to be fed twice daily, without any direct contact made to it. SCP-XXXX is not to be physically touched or listened to while it does not have any current links with other personnel. All personnel to enter SCP-XXXX's containment room must be equipped with blacked out glasses for safety purposes.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a small, female black Japanese Bobtail kitten weighing 620 grams. It
has not aged passed seven weeks.
The following is a log found within the barn which the previous owner of SCP-XXXX lived.
5/23/ ███- Birthday She finally gave birth! She had six beautiful little kittens. Four males, two females. I can’t tell their colors exactly yet, but all of them are completely healthy! I feel like a proud parent. I’ll be keeping a log on their growth and properly caring for these kittens.
Week 1 Some of the kittens have opened their eyes! All except one of the females and a couple of the males. I feel wrong for saying this but, I think I already have one kitten I’m particularly attached to. I guess though, every parent has a favorite child right? I’ve named her unnoticeably before the other kittens. ████, I named her ████. She has a black coat and hasn’t opened her eyes yet but, something is captivating about her. I was worried for a second immensely that she was lost from the litter, to the point my heart started to race, but when I got back, she was right there with her mother. I’m not sure exactly what that feeling was. The other kittens are doing well.
Week 2 Something strange has been happening… this will become less of a log about the kittens in general, but just about ████. I was worried about ████, since the rest of the kittens had opened her eyes, but she hadn’t. I woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, and I thought it was fucking daytime, but when I looked at the clock, it was only two in the morning, yet everything felt so bright. I heard the sound of the kittens meowing. I ran over to check on them, and saw ████ ████ couldn’t have anything to do with this could she? I don’t know why but… I just feel like she does.
Week 3 In the past few days, I’ve slept exactly 90 minutes, only because my body finally managed to give out for a while. I can’t sleep at will. I’ve started to get questions, why I’m so tired and I won’t talk about the kittens, but I can’t say anything, because if I do, then they’ll either call me crazy, or try to get rid of ████. I know its her, but I can’t tell anyone. I know I’ve barely had her for a few weeks, but I cannot lose her. I can’t. Someone was in my house the other day, and I freaked out, but ████ sat there, staring. She’s starting to move more, so naturally she pawed at the person, who watched her. I turned away for a second, but he was gone. I saw a ghost. I saw a fucking ghost. I did my research, and cats can supposedly see spirits. They can see in the dark too, and it just… makes too much sense. Am I seeing my world through the eyes of ████?
Week 4 They won’t leave me and ████ alone. They won’t. I’ve stopped turning on the lights in my house because I don’t need them. We don’t need them. People don’t seem real to me anymore. I see them in my house all the time now, walking through walls, clipping inside furniture, they’re everywhere. I’m normally with Fiona now, the rest of the kittens are with their mother. ████’s showing me something, I just can’t figure out what its meant to be. The spirits? The dark? What is it that she’s trying to tell me? Cats have some sort of sixth sense… and we lack it, but that doesn’t mean its not important. When she walks, I follow her. When she meows, I follow her. When she looks at me, I look back at her.
Week 5 I saw the world.
Week 6 Work finally came to check on me. I was prepared for this, but they won’t get in the way. I’ve seen more than I ever have with ████. I’m convinced that I was made to meet her, I truly was. I still care about the other kittens, but not nearly the same kind of love that I have for my ████. I love her. I love her in the truest way possible. I’m seeing more than just spirits now, I’m seeing realities.
Week 7 [The remainder was left blank]
SCP-XXXX was found within the barn, alone but unharmed. It's siblings, mother, and owner were not on the premises. The log was discovered after the disappearance of the owner, later identified as ███ ████.
Dr. █████: Are you aware of your own actions?
SCP-XXXX: Meow.
Dr. █████: Do you remember ███ ████? Your siblings? Your mother? Where did you take them?
SCP-XXXX: Meow.
Man in the corner: She doesn't like talking about them.
Dr. █████:
