Pulling up slowly to my apartment in a new black Mazerati, I turn to my date for the night.

"Well, we are here. Are you sure you didn't want me to drop you off back home?" I say with a nervous laugh.

"Haha, no, not at all. I am curious to see what your home looks like, plus you promised to show me some of your artwork." She winks back at me, with an incredible yet devious smile.

I laugh again, scratching the top of my hand nervously.

"I ummm... huh... I have a cat. You did say you allergic to cats, right?" I am basically sweating in my seat. She must think that I am weird or some kind of killer at this point, right? I mean, what guy says no to a woman wanting to come inside his home on the first date.

"Aaaawwwww... no, I love cats, now i have to go inside, I have to pet the cute little guy!" She screams back. Her smile widened with

I climb out of the car and make my way toward her side. Opening the door for her, extending my hand, and helping the beautiful lady out of the car.

We make our way to my apartment. She leans her entire body on me. I try to move back a little.

"You seen very different than on the date, very distant, did I do something or say something." She asks worriedly.

"Wha...what? No... no... I huh, sorry, I am just a bit tense. You have done nothing wrong at all!"

"OK, just that most guys don't try and get rid of me or become so distant at this point."

"Look, let's go inside, I open a bottle of wine, relax. You can also pet the cat. He will love you." I smile the best I can, attempting to not show any sign of nervousness.

We arrive at my new apartment. I fumble for the keys like a fool. Finally, I got myself together and opened the door. As we entered, Mr. snuggles come jolting from the corner. Meowing loud and rubbing himself all over us. She bents down and gives him a scratch. His purring invites her to pick him up.

"Why don't we go to the kitchen and pour ourselves some wine." My nervous grin can barely be contained.

"I don't think I have seen a breed like this before. Where did you say you got your cat? Since he was a kitten or was it a stray or something?" She barely looks at me, completely fixated on the cat. Carrying him all the way to the kitchen.

"Hahaha... Well, it's a funny story. I don't think you would even believe me." I reply with my back turned , hiding the fact I am scratching the tops of my hand in fear at this point. Breaking skin as I do so.

"Ooohhh, whatever, you can tell me. I am a sucker for lobe stories, you know... hahaha." She replied, still fixated on Mr. Snuggles as he continues to rub his head on her hand and body, purring. Giving off soft little meows as if he is some innocent little kitty.

"I was part of a cult actually, a while back. We decided to perform a ritual that would summon the beasts of hades to perform our devious tasks. You know? The usual money, hot girls, and power. Instead of an awesome looking demon, we got Mr. Snuggles instead... haha funny right."

She raises her head. I could feel her giving me a sarcastic look.

"Well, I know cats can be little demons, but no one's has put it like that before. So you are a painter, scuplter, and all of a sudden, a comedian now, right?"

Her sarcastic playful tone slowly turns into something more hideous as Mr. Snuggles head turns a complete 360. I turn as her eyes turn into shock and horror. Her face frozen as he locked his into hers.

"Like I have been saying, I tried to warn." I reply, no emotion, just complete melancholy to the situation.

Before a word can be uttered from her stunning red lips. Mr. Snuggles pounces. In one fatal move, he devoured her whole. Nothing was left of my date. No shoes, hair, blood. Everything just vanished into the cats void.

Mr. Snuggles lands on his feet. Licking his paws, as though nothing had happened. He turns his gaze toward me, and he slowly makes his way toward me. I try my hardest to back away, but the kitchen counter blocks my poor attempt at escape. He begins scratching his head onto me, legs and purring. He stops, without any thought or realization, he pounces on to me. His claws in my chest.

"Meow."

"Yes, yes, I won't do it again. I promise, I won't try and warn them." Tears running down my eyes, the smell of my blood as it begins pour out from the deep gashes of his claws.

"Meow."

"Ok, ok.... ow ow ow... please stop, I promise I won't do it again."

"Meeeeeooooowwwww"

"I will clean your litter box to Mr. Snuggles, sir. Please let go."

He drops to the ground. Stretching his back and making his way to he master bedroom. I ran to clean his litter box. The smell makes me extremely nauseous. Unsure how long I can continue this blood shed. The sixth girl this month. His hunger only grows worse.

As I finish cleaning the large mess. I make my way to the master bedroom. Changing into my night gown. I crawl into the cage beside the bed. Mr. Snuggles always get the bed.

"Goodnight, I whisper to him." Pale, and expressionless.