When the lights are gone, the darkness arrives. Seems like an obvious thing.
Deep in the darkness, the other senses engage.
I can hear them scratching on the walls, clawing away, demanding my attention.
Who are you to demand things from me? Who are you to tell me when I should leave?
And where would I go? This place suits me just fine.
I can raise a good family here if only death would stop following me. It has already taken so many every time we venture out.
It’s not so much the humans I fear. They don’t pay enough attention to me.
I’m most afraid of the cat.