I Love My Cat, Devil or Not

You know what my problem is? I have to be tortured day-by-day by this godforsaken dog. It would crap and urinate on the carpet, follow me around and whine for food, and even went as far as to bark continuously throughout the entire night, just so it can get a treat. So, after being pushed to my limit, I decided to have it taken to the A.S.P.C.A.

I then drove down the street towards 85 Fulton Street in my hometown of Hampton. I was going to a place called The Cat Corner; a nonprofit, no-kill shelter for cats. They do not receive any local or state funding and rely completely on the generosity of their community and supporters.

As you can clearly tell, I'm one of those supporters.

There reason I didn't really got into dogs so much, is because of my experience with them. They're never really good experiences; the dogs would never do what I told them to do, and they would constantly beg for food, just by barking through the night. It drove me nuts.

Anyway, I walked inside, and saw that all the cats were scared out of their minds. I can clearly see their ears lowered and their whiskers drawn back as they back up to the back of their cages and stare at a black cat inside a cage in the far back of the place. I walked up to the cage, and looked inside at the black cat looking at me. It seemed like a regular cat, which baffles me because all the cats there looked at the cat like as if it was a vicious Pitbull. I asked one of the people working there if I can have this one. They took a look, and... something happened. They seem to act like they haven't owned this cat and didn't know where it came from. Thinking nothing of it, however, they said that I can have it for free, but not without giving me a list of rules on how to train it and how to feed it.

O-kay? That was a bit off. No one ever gave me an animal for free, let alone a cat. I know this is gonna go on the list of clichés, but at least it wasn't a VHS tape or some shit like that, am I right? Anyway, I drove home with the cat in the passenger seat and showed him (yes, it was a male) around the place, but as I did so, he walked upstairs over to my bedroom and slept on my bed. I thought nothing of it. Cats are crepuscular -- which means that they are most active during the twilight hours of dawn and dusk. They tend to lay low in the darker night-time and day-time hours, when other predators may be hanging about. Cats may sleep a lot, but when they're awake, they sure make the most of their time. Cats keep themselves clean. Cats don't require regular grooming sessions like dogs do. The tongue of a cat is barbed in a way that removes dirt and grime from fur with startling efficiency. Cats literally lick themselves clean, another practical reason why cats are better than dogs.

Later that night ever since I first bought Pepper (this was my cat's name), I tried to go to sleep, but it was no use. My insomnia was getting the better of me. I went into the kitchen to make some chocolate milk, but just then, I heard something... It sounded like a guttural, harsh, growling noise unlike anything an ordinary animal would produce. This caught me off guard and thought a bear was in the home. But, nothing came to maul me. It came from upstairs, where Pepper was...! I grabbed one of the knives from the knife holder, crept upstairs, and made my way over to the bedroom door, held my hand over my ear and leaned over to listen closely. After an hour, nothing came, but just when I thought that this was stupid, I heard it again. It made me jump out of my skin, and it sounded like anything beyond belief, like something from another planet. I yelped as the sound came, and I quickly covered my mouth, thinking that whatever is behind my bedroom door, must've heard me. But, nothing busted through the door and tried to kill me. It was just dead silence.

I creaked open the door, peeped through the crack between the door, and the doorframe. I expected something nightmarish to jump out and scare the ever-loving shit out of me, but I found nothing. Pepper was sitting up on the bed, staring at me with a look that says What the hell are you doing. I checked the entire room, nothing. I looked around the house, and just like my bedroom. Nothing. The next day, I was checking the tires of my car, until I walked inside and smelled an awful odor. No. Not an awful odor. A foul, putrid stench. Like someone lit five stink bombs inside the house. It was a scent of decomposition, or rotting eggs. Maybe, sulfur? I cuffed my nose and wretched as I grabbed the air freshener and sprayed everywhere like it's no tomorrow. And I still smelled it! I felt like puking at this point, and there was no stopping the smell that invaded my nostrils! So I ran out and coughed and gagged as I breathed in the outside air. I looked and Pepper was looking out the window, seeing what I was doing. By that time I didn't know what to think.

What the hell's going on?

I phoned my friend, Eric, to come and check out the place. He's been a member of the Catholic church for quite sometime now, and has been a really close friend of mine. He drove up to my home, and took a look around the place. Nothing seemed off this time. Until he saw Pepper, who walked downstairs and looked at him. Eric and Pepper were looking at each other dead in the eyes for a brief moment. I waved my hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention.

"John? Where did you get this cat?" He asked.

"The Cat Corner down in 85 Fulton Street, where else?" I replied.

Now, the thing that got my attention, was that Pepper was growling and hissing at Eric. This weirded me out because, never has he done this before! He was always nice to me, but why is he hissing at Eric? Eric pulled me inside the kitchen and had me sit down at the table right across from Eric. Eric sat down and folded his hands in front of him and spoke.

"Now, I don't want to upset you because you're a cat-person. I'm okay with that. But, bare with me when I say this. This is from the church, not me, so don't get mad at me when I tell you this. On June 13, 1233, they said that the cat was the devil in disguise. Now the church believes that they were right."

I shook my head, I did not believe in that kind of shit. Never have, never will. I knew what he was trying to say, he was going on about the middle ages or some shit like that, with a guy there. What was his name? Umm.... Pope Gregory, yes! Anyway, Pope Gregory IX, who held the papacy from 1227 to 1241, most definitely fell in the second camp — largely because he believed that the fluffy hairball-hackers embodied Lucifer himself.

Gregory based his theory on quote-on-quote, “evidence”, from Conrad of Marburg, a papal inquisitor. And since this douche doesn't know anything about a cat and how it works, he began slaughtering any feline that entered his property. I asked him if he and the church hated cats with a burning passion or something.

"Actually, no. You see, I love all kinds of animals, including cats. Not all cats are bad, don't get me wrong. But what I'm trying to say is that, your cat is not a cat at all. It is a demon."

"What?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Your cat's a demon. I know it sounds stupid, but you got to believe me."

I can clearly see that my friend's gone bye-bye, so I told him that I'll think about it in the morning. But that morning, I noticed that Pepper was nowhere in site! I called out to him, not a black cat in site! I began to freak out, I put up fliers, and asked if they have seen a cat in Pepper's description. It was all in vein. I began to give up, until I saw that I lost control of my movements. It felt like I was on idle, I had no control of my body, but I saw everything that I did. I saw myself walking towards my home, and took two large, carving knives... Got into my car, and drove towards the Catholic church!

Oh my god... No... No, no, no, no! What the fuck was I going to do?! Jesus fucking Christ, is this for real?! Is this all a nightmare?! God, it felt all too real!

I idly kicked open the door, and stormed inside. I... couldn't remember what I did at this point. It was all a blur, but I did remember how I... oh god... I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry I need a moment before I could continue.... *Big sigh* I remember... stabbing multiple people. Slitting their throats. And fileting them like fish. There was a lot of screaming, crying, and pleading. Me, on the other hand, I remembered shrieking curse words so vile, that it sounded like it was in some... unknown language. Some, demonic language I think. After the massacre was over, I had full control of myself, I ran out and suddenly felt sick. Why wouldn't I? I knelt there in front of the church as I felt my stomach twisted and turned. I groaned and gritted my teeth in pain! It felt like somebody shot me in the gut with a double-barrel shotgun! That is, until I felt something rise up my gullet. I expected bile, but... Suddenly, I felt something that made my blood run cold.

Something in my neck was moving! Writhing! Squirming!

It was as if my neck was filled to the brim with maggots! I grasped my neck as I choked and gagged, trying to urge myself to spit out whatever was inside my throat! But as I grabbed my neck, I shuddered as I felt my neck bulging. Whatever was inside my neck, it was big! I was now starting to panic! A far-away look in my eyes! It felt it rise up my neck and the next thing I knew... it was in my mouth... I felt... slimy, wet, fur... on my tongue. I coughed, and coughed, and coughed. Until... I saw it...

It went passed my lips, and I knew.... I knew... it was the head of my cat, Pepper! My eyes were as wide as two skillets, as I watched it squirm and writhe out of my mouth and land on the concrete with a loud, wet splat, splashing saliva all over the place. It stood up and shook off the saliva from it's fur, getting it all over my face. I started to look at Pepper with a look of many emotions. But over all, I was confused as to why it was inside me. Until, Eric's words bubbled inside my head. Was... Was Eric... right? I... I couldn't, believe it... I, I couldn't believe that this... this monster was my pet...

I had police question me about the recent murders, but I had to lie and say that it was from insanity. They had locked me up in a mental hospital, but Pepper broke me out, revealing his true core. I saw what was once feline, now transform into something out of someone's nightmare. His once black fur had faded and revealed the wrinkly skin underneath, his eyes turned crimson and his fangs grew so long that it stuck out of his mouth. His paws grew into talons like that of a velociraptor, and his ears were larger than his head. His tail became serpentine and grew into massive size. And when I mean that, I mean it was the size of a Great Dane! I could see the skinny and frail monster maul every doctor and nurse with the speed of lightning, yowling as he did so! Instead of the usual cat yowls and screeches, it sounded like a mix between a goat and the cawing of a crow! After the slaughter, he walked up towards me and rubbed himself against me and purred like a lion.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I had an actual demon break me out of the asylum I was in, just to get me back home. Eric was there when I drove home that night, and he was disappointed with me about what happened that day. But, I didn't care, I kind of liked having Pepper around. I know there is a lot of anti-cat people out there, and I listen to their rants on cats every single day. Hell, they even show it in movies and television. But, I think I need to focus on Pepper, cause I think he's plotting to kill Eric and I don't want to risk another federal charge.

But, I love my cat, devil or not. I just love him no matter how dangerous he is. Hell, I think I should join a Satanic cult! Matter of fact, I'm starting tonight! I gotta get going, Pepper wants me to feed him pig guts again, and he does not like to wait.