Prologue...?
Quarantine was hard for humanity.
So much could be learned from the cats, who mastered social distancing from the time of their first captivity among homo sapiens.
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Dogs were doomed,
by nature of their excessive need for companionship. As the human numbers dwindled, the dogs were left to unite with each other in packs, in the old way, as in the old days.
With dogs running wild across the shattered land, and skies thick with the smoke of cremation, the cats stayed calm and collected. Many had grown accustomed to the service of human slaves, but those days were waning.
One species held firm as the new coronavirus with its eight new mutations struck paydirt with Number Nine, obliterating millions of human mortals. Holed up in her shack in the woods, or her stone cottage, or her little house at the edge of town, #CrazyCatLady was a breed apart.
Now she was the last bastion of what was left of civilization as she once knew it.
Cat Ladies of the Apocalypse
with their herbal remedies and forays into the woods had a world of work ahead of them.
A new era was about to begin. Five Minutes Are Up ~And that isn't even a prologue!
Thank you 
for the prompt. I intend to have lots more fun with it. But first, I'm continuing to PAINT, not WRITE, Quarantine Cats. It's not going so well; my efforts are the equivalent of unfinished, unpolished 5-minute freewrites. But I will persist. Because practice makes perfect - or slightly less imperfect. Many thanks to 
and it's like cooking - when it's good, it's done. It's not, however, like a poem or a performance, which can always use a tiny correction. I suppose any piece of art could too. Hm. Something to think about.
