Are you familiar with botflies?

What if you woke up one day and you looked down at your hip to see a small white hair sticking through your flesh. The hair is very thick. You try to tug on it but it seems like your very flesh reacts violently to the irritation. You ignore the discovery for the day and go about your daily task, trying to pretend that the pain you're feeling as your pants press against your waist isn't as bad as it truly is.

The next morning you find that the hair has grown even longer and thicker. The flesh now has a large round mount that hurts to the touch and feels warm - like an infection. You put a 4x4" gauze pad over the sore to keep it from being painful and you choose a pair of pants with an elastic waistline for today. The pain grows worse as you work. You take ibuprofen for the inflammation, it doesn't help. You try tylenol to reduce the feverish burning. It doesn't help. You struggle to sleep at night.

When you wake, you find the sore is significantly worse. The spot has raised to look like an orange or a grapefruit is under your flesh. You tell yourself that today you're going to the doctor, that this is some sort of cyst or an infected hair follicle, and try to keep your mind from wandering down the path of panic-worrying that this might be a tumor. You head to the bathroom to inspect the painful lump in the light. For some reason you feel compelled to squeeze the skin around the painful lump, hoping that it might burst and relief will rush into the flesh and pus rushes out. Your fantasy is interrupted when you feel the lump move. Subtle, but you felt it. There's no denying it. This mass under your meat moved. Your heart races. Sweat is now trickling down into your brows, threatening to join the tears welling in your eyes. You decide to attempt popping this nightmare again. The lump reacts violently. There's no denying it, something is in your flesh. You look up into the mirror to see something you've never hoped to view - raw fear on your own face. Your eyes are wide enough to see the whites around your dilated pupils. Your breath is a rapid pant. You don't even notice the pain in your jaw from clenching your teeth in pain and in fear. You look away, you look back down, and you stare at the wound that seems to have turned into a small pucker around the protruding hair. Rapid and sudden pain grips your body, your hip feels like it is being ripped apart, your bones feel like they're giving birth to yet more bone. Blood runs down your thigh and drips from your kneecap as the wound opens wider. White hair tinged with adipose tissue and blood emerges through the wound, only a few at first, followed by more. Small white hairs and longer thicker hairs. It looks like fur and whiskers. Then you see black lips framing teeth, young sharp teeth. As the puckered flesh peels back, the lips peel back as well to reveal gums lined with needle-like teeth that separate with panted breath. A pink nose emerges. Violently and with an alarming alacrity your flesh is ripped further by an emerging claw, a paw lined with tiny daggers that dig into your flesh. A face presses through, a small furry face with green slitted eyes and a tiny yelp of a meow. You reach down and pull the thing from your body. A small kitten, barely large enough to fit into your palm, covered in blood and plasma and grease from the fatty tissues of your skin, slips from your fingers and lands on the floor with a wet "thwap".

It gets up, dazed, and scurries to the corner of your bathroom and hisses in fear. Blood pools around your feet and you feel light headed. You sit on the edge of your bathtub and unspool a wad of toilet paper from the roll and pack your wound before twisting the towel into a makeshift bandage around your leg. You look at the frightened creature. It looks at you - a much larger frightened creature.

You're both confused, and you don't know it yet, but you've just met your newest best friend and companion for the years to come. Parasitikitties are rare but your bond will be unbreakable.

The wings are great!