[ WP ] Write a horror story using the cutest animals you can imagine as the monsters .

The end is easy to imagine as an auto collision, a heart attack, or cancer. I see the end every night in my dreams. In the memories I have of that little town in Pennsylvania. 
 
 It started on a slow, lazy weekend. My daughter and I sat on our old brown couch. She attentively took in her cartoons while I halfheartedly browsed the job listings in the local paper. Work had been scarce; the economy had seen to that. 
 
 The door was cracked open to let the breeze through. I would n't have noticed the small tabby cat wander in if it were n't for my daughter's sudden and delighted squeal. 
 
 `` Oh, I've wanted a kitty for so long, Dad! Can I give her a bath?'' 
 Now, I've never liked pets. Something about keeping an animal locked up for my own amusement never sat right with me. But an excited eight year old can change your mind with a big goofy smile. That's what led me to the gravest mistake of my life. 
 
 `` Bring it to the bathroom. It looks like we have a new family member!'' 
 
 The cat was amenable to bathing, and did n't complain when a brush began to tug out the tangles in its fur. It was altogether nonreactive, ignoring everything around it. My daughter's intuition was right, and it proved to be a female. 
 
 Her calm demeanor towards bathing, and habit of sitting and staring earned her the name `` Patience''. I did n't realize then what Patience was waiting for, as she stared blankly into the distance. I know better now. 
 
 It was later that night. I woke in a cold sweat. My room was pitch black, but I heard the movement of something small near the doorway. 
 
 `` Meow'' 
 
 I had a sinking feeling in my gut as I sat up and pulled on my house slippers. The hallway light flickered as I walked around the corner to my daughter's room. 
 
 Etched into solid oak, the phrase on the door read, `` Thanks for the scratching post!''. Blood seeped under the door.
