

Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Cold rain is falling
Floofs curl up in warmth inside
And the house is calm
He keeps his eyes closed
expecting that whatever
is there will go on
Fast paws and sharp claws
can slice you in a second
the cat said, purring
Still as river stones
His unflinching eyes study
Waiting for trouble
He stays on stand-by
Lurking nearby, just in case
Food drops on the floor
A new door opened
expecting to get outside
the small cat ran in