The Cat

Yawning and stretching, I stumbled bleary-eyed to the bathroom.

"Meow?"

"Not now, Magic. Let Mommy pee."

'Meow!"

"I'll get you some treats in a second! Let me wake up, dammit."

My adorable, but annoying cat rubbed against my legs as I sat on the toilet. He was such a big baby, but so lovable.

I got up and washed my hands, flushing the toilet behind me. The small, black furball followed me into the kitchen, his light green eyes gazing hopefully up at me.

Giving in, I shook a few treats from the bag and headed into the living room as he wolfed them down like he'd been starving to death all night.

Booting up the computer, my eyes finally came into full-focus.

"Magic! What have you done?" I gazed in disbelief at the mess on the top of my computer desk. He had shredded my beautiful, cloth roses. The vase was tipped over and pieces of felt were everywhere.

I stormed back into the kitchen, ready to strangle the mischievous feline, when I slipped on a dark brown patch of liquid that covered the linoleum. I had told my husband, countless times, not to leave half-full mugs of coffee on the table. But, every day, he forgot and today the cat had taken full advantage of the situation, sticking his paw in the mug and spilling cold java all over the table and floor.

Lying on the floor, my back screaming with agony, I noticed him staring at me, oddly. What could he be thinking?

The last thing I felt were his teeth, pointed and very sharp, piercing my jugular.


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