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.

To meet me, email adopt@anjelliclecats.com.