well the story begins with and old man who lived alone up in the woods, now this old man he was a pretty lonely guy he never married and he didn't really have any friends or family in a way, he sorta liked being alone, but in his old age, he was starting to feel a little...lonely, one rainy night when the man had driven down to the small little town near his home he heard a tiny little sound while he was walking past as he turned around to see a tiny cat following him down the sidewalk he stops in his tracks and just looks at this cat it's skinny, wet and a little dirty it kinda looks like it hasn't eaten in ages, so the old man kneels down to the little kitty and gives him a piece of one of the fish he'd gotten from the market the cat doesn't even take a second to sniff it, the cat just gobbles it up in one big bite the old man stared in awe at the cat, the cat looks up at him with its big, piercing yellow eyes, it must have been absolutely starving, so he decides to pick it up and take it home, the cat sits patiently in his arms, meowing once or twice, the man places the cat down in his car and shuts the door, racing back to the market to get some cat food, then makes it back to his truck and gets in, starting to drive home. Once he gets home, he puts the little kitty down in his living room and walks to his kitchen starting to put everything up, when he hears a small little meow next to him, he looks down and smiles at his new friend, as the cat just stared up at him with its big, piercing yellow eyes, the old man grabs one of the cat food cans he got, opens it, and puts the food on a little plate and kneels down, placing the food next to the cat, what he saw next was....alarming to say the least, he watched as the cat opened its jaws as wide as it could open them, and ate almost everything on the plate in nearly a second flat, the old man swallowed nervously, just watching as the cat finished eating then, it looks back up at him, he slowly brings himself to look away from those big piercing yellow eyes and continues putting away his groceries later that night, thunder began to clap loudly throughout the forest he lived in, he shook the walls of his wooden cabin and rumbled through the floors beneath his feet, as he's watching TV he's finding it hard to ignore those yellow eyes watching him staring into his very soul from across the room 'how is this cat so hungry?' He said to himself as he finally locked eyes with the cat, sucking in a gasp, the cat seemed bigger it was still skin and bones its ribs protruding crudely from its sides and its legs no thicker then twigs but...it somehow seemed as if it was longer and larger in size then he'd remember he figured he must be tired and was remembering it wrong, so he turns the TV and started up the stairs to his room that's when he heard a sound that made him stop in his tracks...a deep, guttural raspy sound that made his blood run ice cold it sounded somewhat like a cat more so if something was trying to mimic a cat he turns around to see the cat sitting on the stairs behind him, staring up at him he felt goosebumps rise all over him he couldn't keep this cat in his home, he quickly picks up the cat runs back down the stairs and puts the cat outside on the porch, getting a small blanket for the cat to sleep on, and then he closes the door, before his front door clicked shut all he could see was those glowing, big, piercing yellow eyes staring at him from the porch he tries to shake off the terrified feeling and finally heads off to bed, the man hears that same, deep, low, raspy, almost humanoid meowing coming from outside his home, the man wakes up in a cold sweat, thankfully it's morning, and he can't hear that morbid meowing, he makes himself a coffee and some breakfast, wanting to forget about the cat, the bare thought of opening the door sent chills down his spin, finally though he knew he had to let the cat back it, he felt guilty what do you expect? He got up, walked over to his front door and swung it open, only to be met, with a sight that will forever haunt him, for as long as he lives, there scattered all along his property where piles of dead animals, rats, birds, squirrels, raccoons, and, as his horrified eyes scanned across the bodies, he saw the cat. It was massive nearly the size of a bear now, but it was still so skinny, it's ribs were still protruding from its sides but it's torso was long and lanky its limbs were spindly and crooked almost like a spider, and it's face was buried inside the corpse of a deer the old man began to shake as he watched it swallow its food, he watched as the food slithered its way down the cats throat and into its horrific body, quickly he closed and locked his front door and grabbed his gun, this cat...wasn't a cat, it was something else. He barricaded himself inside with his furniture and waited waited for something a sound- anything, but there was nothing but silence soon, the sun went down, cursing the day to die and night to rise once more, and with that, the old man knew he wouldn't be able to sleep here tonight, so, he slowly moved his furniture away from the door and swung it open, holding his shotgun tightly and started to walk down and off the porch, not bothering to close his door, he just had to make it to his truck, a few more feet away, until he heard that same..
long...
deep...
guttural....
meow.
