You can take offense at me and throw stones at me, but I don't like cats! They are stupid, they always climb where they do not need to, they do not recognize the owners, they can bite the one who stretches out his hand with food.
And for some time now I am also afraid of these creatures I do not understand. I'm afraid not even on the physical level, but on the mental, esoteric, if you like!
Once my husband and I were visiting friends at the dacha. In addition to two dogs, which were quite friendly to us and our dog, my friend also has two cats. The simplest, courtyard, striped, classic color "city dump". With the dogs we had a complete idyll, walked up, played enough. And I periodically shook the cats off the table or garden bench with disgust when they tried to sit down side by side.
A couple of times, while the hostess did not see, she weighed a savory slap on the head to the insolent older cat, who was trying to get closer to the treats laid out on the table in the gazebo. The youngest kitten also got it when I found him in the house, imposingly sprawled on the shelf between the bread bin and jars of spices. The little one, after being disrespectfully thrown to the floor, looked at me with unkindness. I would even say that it is very evil. For the rest of the day, the younger cat followed me, nervously twitching its tail and barking angrily.
In the evening we sat by the barbecue. The dogs, tired of the day's worries, dozed peacefully at their feet. The cats, ruffled, settled down a little further. Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable. The feeling was as if a burning coal had been thrown by the scruff of the neck. I turned my head and caught the younger cat's unblinking, gaze. "Ugh, abyss, so you!" I mentally swore and turned away. The nasty burning sensation between the shoulder blades did not stop. I really wanted to get up and push the cat away from me, but not to do the same in front of all honest people.
We went to sleep well after midnight. We, as guests of honor, were accommodated on the first floor. The husband and the dog saw the tenth dream, but I still could not calm down. As soon as I slowly began to crawl into the kingdom of Morpheus, a strange rustle was heard in the room. Usually I sleep very lightly, any rustle for an hour or more can completely discourage sleep. But at that moment a kind of wild fatigue, apathy and indifference fell upon me. Like a stone crushed from above. I could not help but move, not roll over on the other side. Even the voice was not strong enough. Strange shadows slipped silently across the room.
Something huge, sharp-eared, with a long muzzle hung over our bed.
Two eyes, burning like the coals of Hell, looked straight into my soul! The dog grumbled in its sleep, then whined thinly, twitched its paws and ran somewhere. The cat (or whoever it was) snorted derisively and brought its mustachioed snout closer to my face.
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I was already scared, but here I was completely ugly: it was not a cat from the trash heap, Anka's “favorite pet”! As ancient as the world, a monster hung over my pillow. The famous Egyptian goddess of night and darkness, in the form of an evil cat, appeared to avenge my disrespectful attitude towards her descendants.
“This is a dream, just a nightmare! Open your eyes! Turn over on the other side, and the darkness will dissolve without a trace! I even tried to scream, but they swaddled me like an ancient mummy. The legs and arms did not obey, and instead of a cry, a stifled moan escaped from his throat. A dark monster, possessing a clear superiority, put its paw on my chest, brought the mustachioed stigma closer, close, sniffed. The claws, sharp as knives, were felt even through the blanket. I realized: whatever it is, I urgently need to wake up or somehow give a sign to others that I am not well! Otherwise, the consequences of the nightmare will be sad. Heavy paws pressed more and more, claws tore through the blanket. A little more and they will get to the flesh!
Apparently, I managed to move and push the dog in the side. The brave defender snorted, shuddered, and jumped on all four paws, as if she had not slept at all.
The creature hissed, the dark shadow rapidly diminishing in size. And now it is the size of an ordinary cat, which is easy to drive away. The dog bared its teeth, growled warningly and bristled the hair on the nape. The nightmare receded, vanished, like the fog disappears in the morning when the sun rises over the horizon.
I sat up on the bed, my heart pounding. The Labrador gazed into the corner. Then the dog jumped off the bed and rushed there, but caught nothing but emptiness. She returned with a guilty look, they say, forgive me, mistress, it has already washed away into its world.
But that was enough for me. I pressed myself against the woolen protector, buried my nose in the velvet ear and felt that I was under reliable protection. Until the morning no one bothered us anymore, and it seemed that everything was just a nightmare.
But no, in the light of day I found marks of sharp claws on the blanket, and two fresh scratches on my chest, similar to marks made with a thin knife. These two facts finally convinced me that everything that happened was not imagined.
I decided to find out what happened that night. On thematic forums on the Internet I found an interesting conversation where knowledgeable people shared their stories from life. A whole thread has been devoted to the dark life stories associated with the vengeful descendants of the servants of the pharaohs. It turns out that I was not the only one who suffered from the claws of the night monster. Cats, according to the storytellers, live in two worlds: in our dimension and in the otherworldly space. If you make them angry, they call for help from their distant ancestor, who, having appeared in our reality, severely punishes the guilty. I still got off lightly: the faces and hands streaked with claw-daggers are just a small price to pay for the offense! There were times when people were found in their own bed with terrible wounds bleeding.
If such an "adventure" had not happened in my life, I would have considered everything as nonsense, born of the sick fantasy of storytellers, but how personal experience changes our idea of life!
I didn't tell my friend and husband anything for obvious reasons. Only a faithful dog knows about the spirit of Darkness that visited us at night. And since then I don't like cats even more!