Fenix, my adorable cat. Rather my room mate's cat. I love him as though he was my own. Always purring, always affectionate, Fenix is my buddy. There was this odd time where he was more than a bit weird. It was a warm afternoon, with Fenix wanting to play. His fat feline frame bouncing on and off the couch in my room up in the attic. I was wrinkling up paper and tossing it for him to catch. After an hour or so, I was getting tired so I passed out on my couch with the purring cat in my arms being the last thing I felt.
A few hours later I woke up from my nap and saw the cat on the floor. He was laying there, as cozy as he ever was. I stumbled up out of the couch and started to walk towards him. Fenix hissed at me, his ears pulled back and eyes open wide. It threw me back. He'd never been this aggressive to me before. The cat's wide eyes met mine, then shot up to gaze above me. Fenix turned around and bolted away right before my tired, sleep filled eyes. Down the stairs he darted with a putter-patter at a rapid pace.
Still waking, I merely thought of how weird that was. Before I could think of anything else, I heard the deep, heavy breathing directly behind me. I felt hot air brush my neck, and I ran down the stairs as almost as fast as the cat.
I never saw what was behind me. I hope I never will.
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