• My heart was pounding as I stared into my killer's eyes. I couldn't believe who my killer was. I had known this man for years. This man could never hurt a fly. Yet here he was, holding a knife at my chest. I hissed wildly at him as my tail, hair, and ears bristled up due to fear.
    This is the end of me. I thought.
    As I was about to be stabbed and mauled to death I thought only of the man I thought loved me. If he did love me wouldn't he be here by now?