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There was an intruder in the house.
Something was off, the hint of an unfamiliar scent in the air, someone's aftershave. He cautiously padded into the bedroom, eyes on the floor and - What was that? After thorough perusal, it turned out to be a shirt, and a pair of socks, none of which he was familiar with.
And even worse, when he wanted to get in bed next to Q, he found it occupied by a strange man. Well, maybe he'd seen him before, but he didn't care to remember now.
He couldn't believe it. He couldn't keep silent: "Meow."