The Cat

As I lay down, drifting to sleep, my cat jumped onto the bed. Hey stinky! I yelled, then I hugged him and pet him. Suddenly, my cat bit me. This time, he wouldn’t let go. “Let go of me!” I shouted, as he still wouldn’t let go. After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped. Unbeknownst to me, that wasn’t even my cat, or at least I don’t think he was. Every so often I think as if my cat is a skin walker, especially at night when he comes on my bed and I can’t see his face, everything is a blur of darkness and I guess to myself “this is not you Panther” but skin walker or not I love my cat, and he will always be my best buddy.