[ WP ] Your cat is slowly becoming smarter and smarter and you start seeing signs that he/she might be plotting to kill you

I frowned suspiciously at my cat. 
 
 My cat frowned back. 
 
 That was three weeks ago. Things have gotten very bad since. I now fear for my life, and perhaps this account will help people. I hope. 
 
 Ever since I bought that new cat food, my cat had started to act strange. Stranger than normal, anyway. 
 
 I'd walk around a corner, or reach for something under the ottoman. And there she was. My cat. She would leap at my face. It seemed like fairly normal cat behavior, except that she would do it constantly, in multiple parts of my body. Almost like she was testing my reflexes....figuring out where I was weak. 
 
 Recently, I had seen her walking through the house, analyzing everything. She always seemed to spend extra time near the knives I keep in the cabinet, and examined all the power tools in the garage. Almost like she was taking an inventory. 
 
 One time I caught her in my office, leaning over my computer. When she saw me walk in, she made a big show of jumping down and running away. Yet -- I could n't help but notice that my internet history had just been cleared. 
 
 It really started getting creepy when I'd walk in a room, usually when I was back from work earlier than I had expected, and find a circle of cats assembled on my floor. They would be in a circle, with my cat sitting at the head, like they were having a frickin' seance or something. Sometimes there would be books laid out by them... often gruesome, deathly books that depicted horrific executions and torture. 
 
 It was getting very bad. I'd be taking a shower and when I came out....there she was. Sitting on the counter, just watching me. A completely straight face, unblinking. Yet something always seemed.....sinister... about those eyes. 
 
 Then the killing started. Oh, the killing. Dead birds -- -then came the dead raccoons, and otters, and soon enough a fox then a wolf....what kind of cat kills a fox? 
 
 I was worried, so I thought about bringing my cat to the vet. Like they could do anything. Little did I know it, but she was beyond help then. I was n't, but I did n't know that yet either. 
 
 She always resisted the visits to the vet though. Honestly, it creeps me out to be with my cat all day in my house... with her always watching. Sometimes I'd just go to the pub, and talk to whoever was there. Cheer up, have a drink, and watch the game with the guys in the pub. I'd have a lengthy conversation with the mailman when he stopped by, just to have a person to be with. Oddly enough, he has n't come by my house recently. I do n't know why. 
 
 It was getting very scary. I really started to think about my safety when I had walked into my house after an outing at the pub. I was knocked onto the ground in six seconds flat. I found a large axe on top of me....it had fallen so the flat of the blade had struck me... I was shocked. 
 
 And there she was. Staring at me with wide, wide eyes. And for once in her eyes I thought I saw an emotion -- a flair -- disappointment. It disappeared in an instant, and then she was a cat again... shocked and then running away from the disturbance. I rubbed my head and sat up. 
 
 That was three days ago. Today I went into the basement, to find some canned food for a meal. That was when I found him. The mailman, gristled up and eviscerated from the waist up. I was horrified. This... this was where he had gone....the mailman who had put up with my crazy rants, my incessant talking. This is where he had gone. 
 
 And he was killed by claw marks, I could now see. Claw marks I had seen before -- on the skin of a deer's corpse, on the sofa in the living room, in the scratches on my bedroom door...... 
 
 And suddenly it all fit together. All the clues, all the warnings... they had been there all along. I had just been too blind to see it. I did n't want to see it. I had n't wanted to accept the murderous truth of my dear cat. 
 
 And that was when I saw her. My cat, on the other end of the room. I was at the top of the staircase to the basement, and she saw me from the kitchen door. She narrowed her eyes, as she realized what I saw. Then she stopped pretending -- her eyes gleamed with unknown hostility and she bounded at me at a speed I had never before seen in her. I slammed the basement door in my fright, locking myself in. 
 
 She scratched furiously at the door for ten whole minutes. Then it stopped... and that was scarier than the scratching had ever been. 
 
 How could I have not seen it? The smell of the mailman's body stunk, and that thought made me realize just how awful the situation was. I sat down helplessly. There was no other way out of the basement, and I could n't do anything. Soon more scratching started... this time from the claws of many, the cats from the meeting I had seen them hold earlier, and more besides. I was terrified. I could hear loud thumping from above, in other points in my house. They were planning something, I knew it. I just did n't know what. 
 
 And that leaves me where I am now... huddled in my basement, cold, tired, and wet from the tears on my cheek. I am writing this now... on this piece of paper and pencil I found in here... so someone knows the whole story. I'm scared -- I'm not gon na lie. And the sounds from above are getting stronger. I do n't know if I'm going to be able to get out of here when they break in. I mean, they're just cats, right? I know I'm fooling myself. 
 
 If anyone finds me, assuming the cats do n't notice this paper, remember this... the cats of 190 Trail St. are not what they seem. They need to be stopped. 
 
 I do n't know if I'll live to deliver the message myself. I just hope.... 
 
 I hear the door to the basement cracking, sillouhettes of cats on the wall beside me. 
 
 Now I need to escape, or this is the end....... Wish me luck.
