First, you hear the tortured mewling. Then spy the erratic movements out of the corner of your sleep-filled eyes. More like shadows.. What time is it? Where am I? Who's there? WHAT'S THERE? Then a sound like malicious laughter but with a horrible pain-filled quality. Closer. CLOSER... then it jumps...no, leaps onto the bed with a speed and purpose as if moving in for a quick kill. It happens so fast, you have no time to scream.
You just came to keep me company. He reaches out tentatively a receives a raspy lick and contented, rumbling purr.
What pretty eyes you have. And so friendly...but, wait, is her tongue forked?