The day I realized my cat was trying to kill me was a day I’ll never forget. It was early morning and I was just getting out of bed when I noticed my cat, Snickers, watching me with an intense look in her eyes. I ignored it and went to the kitchen to make breakfast, but I couldn’t help but notice that she was following me closely, her eyes never leaving me.
I tried to shake off the feeling that something was wrong, but by the time I sat down to eat breakfast, I knew something was definitely up. Snickers had jumped up on the table and was now perched directly in front of me, her gaze locked on mine. And then I saw it… the slow, deliberate movement of her paw as she reached out towards my face.
In that instant, I knew she was trying to kill me.
I leapt up from the table and ran towards the door, but Snickers was right behind me, hissing and growling. I managed to make it outside and ran down the street, with Snickers close on my heels. I could hear her viciously attacking the door as I ran away, and I knew she wouldn’t rest until she had killed me.
I’m not sure how I managed to escape that day, but I know I’ll never forget the look in Snickers’ eyes as she tried to kill me. I’m now convinced that she is a evil, heartless creature and I can never trust her again.