Video Log 001:
Date: 8/11/2009
Location: XXXXXX, West Virginia
Interviewer: Dr. Chelsie Brauner
Interviewee: Mr. XXXXXX (“Owner 01”)
On screen is Owner 01, with SCP-4289, named “Mr. Tum Tum” by Owner 01, seated comfortably on his lap. Owner 01 is sitting in a large Laz-E-Boy armchair, tan in color, and around his face and into his nose are oxygen tubes, with an oxygen tank situated behind the armchair. Owner 01’s breathing is labored. Dr. Brauner is off screen.
Dr. Brauner: Alright let’s get started. Please state your name and date of birth for the record.
Owner 01: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Dr. Brauner: Thank you. Tell me about your cat, Mr. XXXXXX.
Owner 01: Well, his name is Mr. Tum Tum. He’s a good little cat. Got him … eh, 2006? But he’s been with me through good times and bad. I love the little guy. Do you mind if I smoke, ma’am?
Dr. Brauner: No, go ahead.
Owner 01 produces a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and proceeds to light one, taking a long drag as Dr. Brauner continues.
Dr. Brauner: Where did you get Mr. Tum Tum?
Owner 01: The animal shelter in XXXXXX. He was a stray.
Dr. Brauner: This is what the shelter told you?
Owner 01: Yes ma’am.
Dr. Brauner: Are you aware of any of his previous owners?
Owner 01: No. I said he was a stray, didn’t I?
Dr. Brauner: You did. Tell me about the events of July 18, 2009.
Owner 01: You mean the news story? Well, that was a little odd. See, one day I was in the living room watching Jeopardy when I look over and see Tumbo standing in the hallway. Like in the photo, you know?
Dr. Brauner: Yes.
Owner 01: Well there he is, standing there like a little goober, and in the mirror I see the other cat. White with them two-color eyes. For a second I’m thinking, “Now how in the hell’d this other cat get in my house?” So I get up and go check, and Mr. Tum Tum walks over to me and when he does, the white cat disappears.
Dr. Brauner: What do you mean by “disappears”?
Owner 01: I mean he just wasn’t there no more. Like when I got up out of the chair, I looked away, I suppose, and when I looked back he was gone.
Dr. Brauner: I see. Go on.
Owner 01: Well, I look all over my house, don’t see it. Check all my doors and windows—closed up and locked. Ain’t no way this cat got into my house. So I thought it was strange. Called up my sister XXXXXX, she didn’t leave me a cat. She’s the only family I really got left, so I don’t know what else to think. Thought it was strange.
Dr. Brauner: And that’s when you called WXXX?
Owner 01: Yes, told ‘em I had a ghost cat in my house! Can you believe it?!
Owner 01 begins to laugh, which causes him to cough and retch violently.[Owner 01 died thirteen days after the interview with Dr. Brauner, of emphysema caused by smoking. ] Dr. Brauner appears on screen to offer assistance, and then moves to the camera to end the feed. The video abruptly shifts to Dr. Brauner in her office, late at night. She appears visibly exhausted.
Dr. Brauner: It’s … 2315, we just got back from XXXXX’s house. Six hour drive. Had to cut the interview short as he was having difficulty breathing. He’s okay, but …
I contacted someone from WXXX, a Mr. [DATA EXPUNGED]. The gist is that XXXXXX called WXXX to report on the ghost cat, a news crew showed up to do one of those “human interest” stories, filmed it and aired the thing that night. They couldn’t replicate the cat appearing in the mirror, but they showed his photo in the news story. I also could not replicate the event despite several tries—uh, you can watch them on video logs … EV004 through EV016. I think the story is a hoax. Just two cats in a room, one in a reflection of a mirror hung on a door. Sure, there wasn’t a white cat in the house, but who knows? Maybe it’s an outdoor cat.
The only strange thing about it is when the story was posted on the station’s YouTube channel, a lot of the comments mentioned there being no white cat at all in the photo. I suppose that’s a little strange, but with plenty of other … unsavory comments posted as well, I’m more inclined to suspect trolling than an actual anomaly. I’m going to chat with Dr. XXXXXX and request that this be closed. Seems like a waste of Foundation time and resources.
—
Video Log 002
Date: January 12, 2011
Location: XXXXX, Virginia
Interviewer: Dr. Chelsie Brauner
Interviewee: XXXXXX XXXXXX (“Owner 06”)
The video feed starts on Owner 06, an elderly woman of caucasian descent, lying in a hospice bed in her bedroom. Owner 06’s legs have been amputated below the knees, and she has an IV drip beside her. She is propped up in the bed. Curled up on her lap is SCP-4289-1, whom she calls “Jimbles.”
Dr. Brauner: Please state your name and date of birth for the record.
Owner 06: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Dr. Brauner: Thank you. Tell me about the circumstances that led up to your encounter with … what did you call him?
Owner 06: Jimbles.
Dr. Brauner: Jimbles.
Owner 06: Okay. I used to live in XXXXXX and saw that news story you were talking about earlier.
Dr. Brauner: For the record, Ms. XXXXXX is referring to the news story in 2009 from WXXX involving Mr. XXXXXX’s cat—
Owner 06: Yeah and I thought it was a hoax too. I even called ‘em up. “Why’d you waste time on this dumb ol’ story?” I said. “It’s just two cats.” But then I talked to my boy XXXXX and he said he never saw two cats, just one. Well, I thought that was odd, but didn’t think too much about it.
So I moved out here to XXXXX a couple months later, on account of them cutting my foot off. XXXXX wanted me to be closer to family and whatnot. Got the diabetes, you know.
Dr. Brauner: I … yes. I see.
Owner 06: Well, yesterday old Jimbles here shows up in my bedroom. Door closed, windows closed, no way he coulda gotten in. Just jumped right up on my lap and curled up like you see him now. Once I saw his eyes I knew it was the cat in the story, so I called up the station and let ‘em know. But I guess they had some new boss or CEO or whatever you call ‘em, and nobody showed up. I don’t even know how you got here, if I’m being frank.
Dr. Brauner: We received an anonymous tip.
Owner 06: I see, I see.
Owner 06 pauses for a moment, seemingly in pain. She reaches down and clutches at her legs, massaging them. In response, SCP-4289-1 awakes, stands up, stretches, and watches Owner 06 for a moment before curling up again, having moved slightly higher on Owner 06’s lap. Owner 06’s pain subsides.
Owner 06: Sorry, sorry.
Dr. Brauner: It’s okay.
Owner 06: It’s the, uh, neuropathy.
Dr. Brauner: Do you own any other cats, Ms. XXXXX?
Owner 06: Oh no, no. This is my boy’s home, he’s got a dog, Buster, but that’s it.
There is a knock at the door off screen. Owner 06’s son can be heard, requesting entrance.
Dr. Brauner: We’re almost finished. One more thing before I go, Ms. XXXXXX.
Owner 06: Of course.
Dr. Brauner: How … how do you feel?
Owner 06: I hurt a lot, Dr. Brauner. I hurt a lot.
Dr. Brauner: Do you think Jimbles is … the cause of that pain?
Owner 06: No no no, Dr. Brauner. She was put here by God, to help me.
Dr. Brauner thanks Owner 06 and moves to turn off the video feed. The feed abruptly shifts to Dr. Brauner’s hotel room, at night.
Dr. Brauner: XXXXXX died less than 45 minutes after I left her house. I mean, she looked bad but … 45 minutes. Damn. Her son accused us of killing her, which was an ordeal; XXXX administered some low level amnestics before the authorities were involved.
The cat was still there, over her body. XXXXXX died of diabetic complications, no foul play, no issues with the cat itself. It didn’t … suck out her soul or anything like that. She was going to die. We managed to put the cat in a kennel, which is currently in my hotel room. But it’s gone. The cat is gone. I didn’t let it out. It just disappeared.
Dr. Brauner stares off screen for a second before switching off the feed.
—
Video log 003
Date: August 22, 2011
Location: Site-19
The video feed is from Dr. Brauner’s smartphone, which she is using to film SCP-4289. In the feed, SCP-4289 is meandering around and through Dr. Brauner’s legs, meowing loudly.
Dr. Brauner: Okay—shhh, calm down kitty, everything’s fine. Don’t worry XXXXX, I’ve applied the matte screen to my phone. There’s no reflection. Hi Mr. Tum Tum! Hi! I brought your food and water today! Hi kitty kitty—
She puts the phone on the floor, camera facing upward, displaying the wooden walls and ceiling of SCP-4289’s containment cell. She pulls a can of wet cat food from her lab coat pocket, which causes SCP-4289 to meow more excitedly. From her other pocket, she produces a small metal thermos with a matte sheen. She proceeds to open the can of cat food and deposit the contents into SCP-4289’s cat dish, which it eagerly begins to eat. She then unscrews the cap of the thermos, pouring water into the cat’s water dish. Both of these happen off screen.
Dr. Brauner: There you go good kitty. You’re a good kitty, you know that? Who’s a good kitty? You are! You are!
She picks up her phone, angling the camera on SCP-4289 as it eagerly laps up food from the dish.
Dr. Brauner: Subject loves Fancy Feast’s Tuna Delight. XXXXX, make sure you buy more of that, even if it smells awful.
Dr. Brauner stands, angling the phone camera down at SCP-4289. From this angle, SCP-4289’s water dish is fully visible, and, in subsequent viewings of this video, D-class personnel with terminal illnesses who have been shown the video report seeing SCP-4289-1 in the reflection of the water.
Dr. Brauner: Life is so funny, Mr. Tum Tum. Why you? Why you, huh? Why not any other cat? Did you do something wrong? Huh buddy? The harbinger of death? You seem very fluffy for a harbinger of death. No, you’re a good kitty. Yes you are. Yes you are.
Dr. Brauner pauses, then moves the camera toward the water.
Dr. Brauner: Hello Jimbles. How did you get in here—?
Dr. Brauner turns with the camera, revealing that she has left the door of the containment cell open. Bright fluorescent light from outside the cell shines into the room, reflecting off of SCP-4289’s water dish. Dr. Brauner closes the door.
Dr. Brauner: Oh, damn it. Shit. I left the door open. I would’ve lost you, Mr. Tum Tum, if you weren’t so busy eating!
The camera turns onto SCP-4289, who is cleaning its face, before it shuts off.
—
Video log 0618
Date: February 2, 2012
Location: Site XX
The video, originating from Dr. Brauner’s laptop, turns on to show Dr. Brauner, emaciated and pale, sitting on a chair in a small medical room in Site XX. Beside her is an IV drip attached to her wrist. On her lap is SCP-4289-1. She stares at the camera and pets SCP-4289-1 for 48 seconds before addressing the camera.
Dr. Brauner: This … I don’t know who this is for. Posterity? By now everyone knows, it’s not a secret. It never was a secret. I … should’ve gotten checked up earlier. This wouldn’t have been an issue if I knew earlier. I could’ve prevented it if I knew earlier—but how would I know? [Speaking to SCP-4289-1.] I saw you, didn’t I? I can’t unsee you. If I didn’t see you I would never have known. You knew. You knew all along. I just … wish I knew you earlier.
Dr. Brauner begins crying, burying her head in her hands. SCP-4289-1 lifts its head and raises slowly from her lap, until its face is close to Dr. Brauner’s hands. It proceeds to lick her left hand, which makes Dr. Brauner laugh. She lifts her head and looks at the camera for a moment before closing her laptop, ending the video.
Per 
