There it was, in all its horrifying glory, on the ceiling staring down at me, wanting to sink its fangs into me.
I tried to smash it, as it scurried to the far wall, listening to the obscenities I hurled at it in the form of a shoe. I missed and I cursed and I swore that it was going to get it's revenge. I lay in my bed, in the darkness, terrified, I feel its eight tiny eyes looking at me. I hear the cackle of the cat and see a dark spot moving up the far wall. The shoe didn't miss this time.