There is a beast lurking in the apartment. As is typical of beasts, it will lie dormant during the day - though I remain always vigilant - and only rears its ugly head when the sun is sinking below the horizon.

The human does not know the harm that this beast could cause. It is fortunate for her I am here to hunt and wrestle it into submission. It is an effort that often leaves me exhausted to the point of undignity, but I do not ask for any praise or special treatment.

 Do not look at me. I am hideous.

Oh, but I do enjoy the thrill of the chase! It moves so quickly - at one point hiding inside one of the human's shoes, in the next second darting to work its foul will upon the bedspread. How I love to sink my claws into its rough body and gnaw on the tendrils of its skin!

It really ought to be dead by now, the number of times I have killed it. Perhaps it is not so dangerous after all. Tonight I will lie on my back and let it come to me.

If I slide off the futon, it's because I meant to.

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The human looked sad and lonely today, and I went to provide comfort out of the goodness of my heart. She does try me with her lack of understanding, but I am forgiving of all imperfections.

How much more obvious can you get?

At first it appeared that her depression was such that she had given up on living, for she had turned all the lights off and was lying motionless on the bed. I did not wish to appear too forward and began by announcing my presence at the foot of the bed until I could be certain that she had noticed me. At last I heard a noise. Success!

When she seemed impervious to the gentle massaging of my soft paws, I knew drastic measures had to be taken. If I jumped up on her chest and put my face in her face it would be impossible for her not to notice me! At last she reached up a hand and gave me the sweet bliss that comes when a human scratches you behind the ears. Ah, yes, that was it. But the hand seemed tired and sluggish. Perhaps it was time for more encouragement.

 My face in your face.

Alas, my repeated face-nosing efforts have resulted in an unceremonious toss from the bed. The human's depression must be more serious than I thought. I will have to try again until she remembers that she has to live, if for no other reason than I do not have thumbs to feed myself. It may take me the rest of the night, but I will persevere.

 Rejected.