On weekends I don't like to do anything. I work 40+ hours a week and I go to school. Weekends I like to finish my school work/projects before hand so I don't have to worry. This weekend was my actual first weekend I'm doing nothing.
It's 6am and I'm awake, my cats scratching the bottom of the door. You can see his little paws calling to me. My boo is fast asleep, I gave him a soft kiss on the check and I grope his butt. He has a nice butt. My cats crying.
"I'm coming I'm coming," I sighed as I got up and opened the door. He's rubbing his body against my legs and I pick him up. His gray fur and white legs complement his suave looking eyes. My cats handsome and he looks like he's wearing boots. His name is actually Captain White Boots.
"Let's Go Captain."
I put him down and he went prancing to the kitchen. It's dark in the hallway, no windows but it's evenly dark in the living room. We bought the curtains that block out the light. It keeps the house cool and I can walk around naked but mainly I walk around with just a shirt.
"Who's hungry?" I sang. Captain White Boots meows really cute and lays on the floor doing a provocative dance. He's just rubbing his back on the floor while looking up. Man, this cat is cute. His dish is white with a fish planted in the middle. Spoiled car, he gets a dish of wet food and has a side of crunch food for later. He purrs as I rub his back, his munching sounds are adorable. Why are you so cute?! I walked back to the living room. Where is it? I have a castes human skull bowl with the top hallowed out. I put all my "vape pens" there. Found it. I prance over and grab one, take a deep puff and sat it down.
"Breakfast time," I sang while doing a spin like the hills are alive. Bowl, milk, cereal. End of story.
I do nothing but watch TV and play games for thee next few hours. I take a puff again and I go back to the bed room. One more puff for good luck, I thought when I ran back to the living room. I laid in bed and fell asleep.
It felt like a whole day passed but it was only 20 minutes. I looked at the door, I couldn't move. Damn, sleep paralysis. It's been a while. I should've closed the door. I can hear my boo in the game room laughing. I'm trying to call him but i can't speak. Suddenly my cat came prancing towards the door. Damn he's cute. He's jumping up and down chasing a fly. He stops and looks at me and he comes over cautiously. He disappears at the foot of the bed. I can hear is foot steps. His claws hitting the floor. His tiny purrs as he found a toy probably lying on the floor. I felt movement behind me but it's not the cat I see him in front of me. It's movement was small, like a cat walking around. That's impossible, he's in front of me. I fell little paws near my legs. I can't move, I wanted to kick away. I felt a claw. I tried to see what it was but I couldn't. I looked back at my cat, he was gone. The claw dig deep like my cat would normally. Then another. Then another. This damn cats a dick, I just fed him. I heard a meow. My cat was at the door way. As I looked at him another scratch, but it was moving up. Now the back of my knees. These are not suppose to hurt, I'm making this up I thought. But the thigh scratch was deep and it drew blood. I screamed but no sound came up. I could finally move one toe. What ever it was, it was on my lower back now. Digging deeper as it got higher. I could feel my warm blood trickling. I started breathing heavy, my heart wouldn't stop beating hard.
Then I heard it, a low growl. That's not my cat. I held my breath as it was near my neck now. I could feel it's breath on my ear. I could smell a tar like substance. I breathe in deep and as soon as I opened my mouth, something grabbed my face and moved it towards the sound. I had my eyes closed and I screamed.
I got up, I could move. I looked around and the door was closed. My boo sleeping next to me, I grabbed my phone and it said 6am Saturday. I heard my cat crying again but the paws from the bottom of my door was not my cats.