That is how long the fell beings from the Unseelie Court honed their invasion plans.
For seven years the nightmare vanguard worked to mask the loathly truth of their appearance -- all teratomous polyostomous abomination and POOP -- behind a seductive glamour. Even as they wore away at the frayed fabric where realities come closest, where the membrane is thinnest separating their dimension from the fictional realm, where the barrier is unguarded and unfortified.
And then the stars were right for the conquest of the realm of narrative!
But the Unseelie Court had not reckoned with Lilliputian hallucinations and the Charles Bonnet syndrome, and the radical effect they wreak on scale, especially in fiction...
...so the cat got them.
Mrs Spat and Detritis Doodleberry Fairypoo Cupcake III would like everyone to know that Lilliputian hallucinations are tasty and fun to play with, but they are not at all filling -- especially for a growing cat -- and 20 minutes later it's time for dinner again.
Inside sources warn that the next time the Unseelie Court attempt to invade, they will shift their target to the realm of visual fiction. We are confident that the scale distortion will thwart them again and the incursion will be quickly detected.