My Cat

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium

Submitted: October 03, 2017

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My Cat

My cat is devoted to me. Whenever I get home from work she runs to meet me, to wrap herself around my legs. She waits for me to put down my bag so that I can pick her up and cuddle her. That is the moment when her purr fills the room.

But something has changed. I wish I could work out what is bothering her. She would curl up on my lap for hours while I lost myself in some fictitious world or other. Not any more.

She prowls around the room, giving a deep and rumbling growl. I would think maybe there is something wrong with her, that she is in some kind of pain. The thing is her appetite; it seems to have increased ten-fold, and yes, I am sure she is not having kittens.

She is sitting in the shadows now, batting her paw at something. I move, walk towards her, and her fur stands on end. It’s hard to believe it but my loving cat is hissing and spitting at me. I move back and she bolts, heads straight for the sofa, dives underneath.

I sit back down but I’m not comfortable, knowing that she is on the floor underneath me. I can hear her making strange noises, almost as though she is taking part in a conversation. Now I know I’m letting my mind run away with me. I’ll just have a drink and retire to bed early; after all, I can always bring my book.

She doesn’t follow. I call to her a couple of times but she just seems to be ignoring me. I read a few chapters but my eyes get heavy and my mind wanders....I’ll just have a snooze.

YOWLLLL!”

It wakes me, this un-cat like sound. Scared, I sit up, pull the covers around me and listen. There’s nothing, not a sound. It must have been a bad dream, nothing more. My head back on the pillow, I close my eyes and allow my breathing to slow and slow.....

The door gives a slight creak as it opens ever so slightly. There’s just a tiny sliver of moonlight creeping through that opening; and her paws, I can hear them, padding on the carpet. I feel her land up on the top of the bed but she does not curl up by my feet as usual but carries on walking upwards, treading over me.

She feels guilty for her earlier grumpiness, that’s what it is. She wants me to stroke her, make a big fuss. I reach my hand out from under the quilt to touch her soft fur but instead pull back in pain. She has scratched me, badly. I can feel the blood trickling from my fingers to run down my hand.

Reaching for the light switch, I can’t quite reach without sitting up, turning. And it is then that she leaps, straight at my face, my neck. She is clawing and biting and just won’t stop. I fling out my arms to push her away.....Can you be killed by a cat?

And then I open my eyes, panting with fear. It was a nightmare, nothing more. She’s there in the normal place at the bottom of my bed. I can feel her sleeping body by my feet. She must know that I am awake because she gives a quick purr. Sleepily, I feel my hand, my face, my neck....There are no scratches, not one.

I look down at her, feeling guilty at having even dreamt such a thing. She’s so sweet, she’d never hurt me. The sliver of moonlight is still there though, from when she came into the room late. As I lay down I look at her and she opens her eyes, and instead of green they are now a deep blood red.


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