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Level 3 Vet Boss

My friend got to the end of level three but didn't want to face the boss. So I step into the room grab my sword, and get ready to work my way past him.

The boss looks at me, sort of sighs, and gets ready to do his routine. He doesn't seem to have anything against me. He just seems to know what this is about, what he has to do, and wants to just get to it.

I dodge in, take a swipe, dodge out, and repeat this pattern, knowing it'll eventually get me past him.

But I get bored with the battle and walk out of the room outside. I see my cat sitting outside the gate, right where he's not supposed to be. This always happens; let the cat out onto the deck, and he squeezes out the gate. So I yell at him to get his ass back on the deck, but he just sits there relaxing in the sun.

Before I can go out and pick him up, a huge cougar wanders up. I start to worry, but my cat just lays there, relaxed, not worried about the big cat that could tear him to pieces without breaking a sweat. I start yelling at him to get inside the gate, but he just lays there as the cougar walks up to him and sits down on top of him. The cougar plays with my cat for a while, and then the little cat dashes out and through the gate, bleeding all over the place.

I pick him up and find his front legs broken, snapped bones exposed, with the front paws dangling off the end of his legs as though they were only attached by a thread. Despite this the cat still doesn't seem too concerned.

I rush him indoors and take him to the boss I was just trying to defeat, who is also a vet. He begins working on my cat to try to save his life and, if possible, his front limbs.

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