Terrence Miller- Catagion- When Kitties Turn Deadly - Audiobook
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Even in darkness, sleep wasn't coming easily. So I was instantly alert. When I heard a low growl, my clock's digital face read 2 42. Ami hopped up and carefully opened the door lights spilling into my room. No sign of Boris. I walked up and down the hallway, stopping to listen but heard no more cat sound. Discouraged. I went back into my bedroom, switched on the little lamp on the nightstand and sat on my bed. A swishing sound of sorts made me glance up and there right in the doorway to my room staring at me, sat Boris. The swish came from his tail curling rapidly back and forth without moving my head as if the cat would somehow sense my thoughts. I glanced to the opposite wall against which rested my bow with an arrow notched in the string as I'd left it. I did a quick risk reassessment. Try to grab the bow fast before Boris could vanish again. Or would that startle him? Whereas very slowly and deliberately easing over there might encourage him to stay where he was. I knew that one bite would probably be curtains for me. I opted for the gradual approach that didn't work out so well, by the time I had stood up next to the bed, he turned and darted down the hall. I swore, quietly, grabbed the bow and headed into the hallway door to the bedroom where Mindy and Irwin slept was closed and I saw no need to wake them up. The only open door down the hall was the guest bedroom. I walked into it quickly and flipped the light switch, realizing the cat might well have gone in there. Not just because the door was open, but because the room was mostly dark. I quietly shut the door behind me and hit the light switch that turned on a small lamp on a nightstand, not bright but certainly enough to see around me. Boris. Oh, Boris. I muttered in a whisper come out wherever you are. Kitty Boris didn't with the bow and arrow in hand. I began searching the bathroom in the closet under the bed. Where in the **** did that cat go? I was nearly convinced he'd somehow darted into some place other than this one open door and was about to give up on the search. That's when I heard it made the mistake of suddenly unleashing a long hiss at me. Then a low menacing growl started up. I looked up to see him sitting on a large woven basket atop a 6 ft high cabinet. He definitely had that belligerent look that cats get ears down white teeth flashing. Maybe that big kitty wasn't about to leap onto my head. But as I drew back, the bow Boris's demeanor definitely put that possibility foremost in my mind. Fortunately, he hadn't yet moved and though he wasn't a terribly large target, he was stationary at just 10 ft away. I knew of. If I'd missed, he'd either come from me or turn and disappear. In which case, I might not get another shot at him. I cited and released the arrow went right through the cat. The tip embedding itself in the wall just behind the twitching body. Boris's days of threatening anyone were over.