The beautiful cat who appeared one winter’s night at her window had a luscious black coat which sparkled with frost. He barely whimpered as he rubbed-up against her windowpane. And even though the wind was howling and the snow was swirling, she heard him. Gently opening the window she calmly whispered, “Hello there Mr. Cat.”
“My name’s not Mr. Cat,” he replied. “I am The Black One, and I’ve come to get what’s mine!”
“But, but…” The red-hot fire in his eyes exploded just as she slammed the window down. It was no use. He was behind her in the sitting-room, where she knitted those fine wool socks for the boys fighting overseas. She watched in horror as he grew, and grew, and grew. “Who are you!” she cried.
“Sit!” came the reply.
Stumbling to the chair by the fire she collapsed over the arm in to it. Her terror increased as she noted, the fire in his brilliant yellow-green eyes, matched the brilliance of his growing white fangs and claws. He breathed on her. The putrid smell of sulphur choked her and she struggled for air.
“Miss Kind-heart, Miss Warm and cuddly, Miss Generosity! Huh? That’s what you show to the world, isn’t it? Your serving at the homeless unit, your humble cleaning of the church, your giving to the poor and the needy, huh? But we know the truth, don’t we?” Once again his putrid breath spewed up her nose, in her eyes, and in her mouth; and then came the dagger like knives of his tongue cutting through her face as he licked and spewed, licked and spewed.
She retched again and again, but nothing came up. The tears were pouring from her eyes as she cowered in the chair. “What have I done? Why are you doing this to me?”
“So we’re going to play let’s pretend huh? His great black paw slapped her across the face and she winced. “Look! Look! over there!” He screamed, pointing to the kitchen. “What do you see?”
Trying hard to hold her head up so she could see passed him into the kitchen she whispered, “I don’t see anything.”
He pounced, “Ah-ha! So you admit it! You admit it!”
His paw came slamming down on her other cheek, and she felt the sting of his claws dig deep into the side of her nose. She was bleeding from both sides of her face and was just about to pass-out when he said, “You forgot about me! didn’t you!” He once again raised his great paw, but this time she caught it mid-air, and lifted him high. He pulled away and pounced claws wide open.
Startled, she woke and jumped up. Blackie, her little kitten clung to her sweater by his claws and held on for dear life.
“Oh, my poor wee darling. I’m such a bad mother. Come-on Sweetie-pie, let’s get you some food.”