My Cat Joined a Cult

A Twisted Cult Mystery Where the Pet Finds Purpose… and the Human Unravels

I got the cat because my therapist said I needed “connection” and my sister said I needed “less silence.”
I did not realize this would involve chanting, blood contracts, or a pamphlet printed on unsettlingly good paper.

At first, it’s just a cat. Aloof. Judgmental. Stares at the corner of the room like it’s watching something I can’t see. Normal cat stuff. Then he starts leaving the flat at night. Coming back smelling like incense and damp carpet. Then I find the symbol. Then the meetings. Then the gentle but very firm suggestion that I’m holding him back from his destiny.

This is not a heroic story. I do not rise to the occasion. I panic, lie badly, and Google things I absolutely should not Google at three in the morning. Meanwhile, my cat is thriving. He has friends. Purpose. A role. And I am, apparently, the liability.

Darkly funny, uncomfortably relatable, and just supernatural enough to ruin your sense of normal, My Cat Joined a Cult is a paranormal mystery about loneliness, power, and what happens when the creature who loves you most might also be recruiting you for something unspeakable.