The boy was tiny as a mouse and easily spooked at night.  So, in that darkness, he awoke with a scream after hearing the crash.  What was that? He scampered to the door and looked through the crack at the bottom of the door.  All he could see were black, furry feet.  What could it be, he wondered to himself.

Then he heard a cat.  What was that?  He couldn’t see it, but he certainly could hear it.  It was a cat all right.  And what was he doing?  He had to find out.

He crawled through the crack at the bottom of the door and stretched up to his three inches height.  He saw a monster shadow coming at him and ducked behind a crumpled paper.  

There it was…a monster cat making noises so loud it hurt his ears. What could he do?  Well, nothing really.

He hoped the feline would not spot him, so he held his breath and stayed perfectly still.  Well, almost perfectly, but not perfectly enough.  The monster saw him and bounded to him.  He shivered behind the crumple, wondering what he should do.  No idea!

He yelled at the top of his lungs, but the cat kept coming.  There next to the boy, he swept his paw toward him.  Missed him.  The boy sighed.  Then the giant cat swept again.  This time he pulled the boy to him, paper and all, to within mere inches of his mouth.  

The cat’s giant eyes were blood red.  The boy looked away.  He smelled the cat’s breath and gagged and gagged from it.  The cat made a booming meow sound which shattered his ear drums.

The boy thought he was going to be eaten, but he wasn’t.  Instead the cat put him on the ground and began batting him back and forth between his front paws.  He eventually knocked him across the room behind the sofa.  

The little mouse-boy had been shaken so much by this cat game, his tiny stomach began to churn and boil.  Before long, the morsels he had gulped for dinner were coming up and on to the floor.  The dime sized upchuck gave off a disgusting smell so the mouse-boy scampered to the other end of the sofa.

However, when he got there, he saw one big bloodshot cat eye above an open mouth with stained teeth.  

He would not escape the monster this time.  His luck had run out.

Downstairs, an elderly man bent down to pick up the remnants of the broken dish which up until ten minutes ago had held his night time snack.