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Partridge had found it while thrifting a week before christmas. What was it? A ratty looking wall decor, from the seventies if he had to guess. It was in the bin of final sales, aka the last stop bin before the dump, and had instantly drawn Partridge to it with its warm toned yarns,the white of the clouds and....maybe cat in the corner? He had no idea, he just knew itd look great with the owl one he already had. For you see, Partridge LOVED those old vintage wall arts that were lovingly handmade. He could make replicas himself of course, but the sentiment and effort behind the classics sung to him the same way that sculptures had drawn him to the world and career of art as a child. And this thing, it was beautiful, beads and yarns and all, but it felt weird too. In that way he became accustomed to during his time dipping in chaos. But almost like it didn't particularly discern friend and foe, he couldn't tell. He purchased the tapestry and headed home, setting his new old item up near his much smaller but much loved owl.

Throughout the next few days though, Partridge got the feeling he was being watched at home.Whether it was just sitting, working on his own art , or cooking, even sleeping, that sense something was just right the hell there in his peripheral never left him.He thought nothing of it, until the day eh came home from work and noticed that the weird cat had changed.It was subtle, something an average person who didn't make art their entire life and career would ever notice, but unfortunately for Partridge, he had, so when he inspected the tapestry, it appeared the little cat had moved, just no more than it's paw, but Partridge remembered the cat being on all fours, so he was, understandably, concerned. He tried to brush it off, but knew he couldn't when the cat had moved again the next day, this time by two inches, looking as if it was walking forward, Partridge also noticed, running his hands over the shaved part of his head, comforting himself as he finally realized the shades of the tapestry had changed. Where instead of the warm colors the tapestry was in its beaded, knitted sky, it was now reaching twilight, the warm colors being pushed out for blacks and purples, and the beads taking on the colors of white and blue to mimic stars. "What the hell?..." Is....did he call someone for this!? who did he call!? He had no idea. He considered getting rid of the tapestry, but thatd be some effort to abandon the terrifying but beautiful picture. A few more days passed, where he would go out, come home, and notice the cat had moved and the sky had changed, the cats fur colors having taken on brighter colors instead of the dark like any reasonable piece of maybe haunted art. It was actually this that made Partridge decide to keep the tapestry, to study it.