Day 1,300

Sometimes when you look outside and see them skittering about on all those spasming legs you think to yourself, that can't possibly have been a cat once. They're still somewhat feline, well, they have all the feline parts just not in the expected places... or colours...or quantities... but they still tick all the boxes to be classed as a cat... ish.

Deer are the worst for it,or whatever is passing for deer nowadays. Last I saw of one it had antlers like vines, if vines were made of pulsating meat. Yet again they are still technically deer with all the usual deer features like tusks, hooves and fur only not in their classical form.

It's like a child was given a box full of animal parts, paint and a healthy glass of neurotoxin and told to make whatever their little hearts desired. It certainly feels like the world was designed by a child, one who has no concept of morality or suffering only what looks aesthetically best.

You can tell the new creatures still feel pain, it seems to be one of the few original features that remain after all these years of rapid evolution and devolution. Their stuttered whimpers echo every night while we hide away behind iron doors as if that can protect us.