I lived with a man who liked to make deaths look like accidents.

Dean.
My owner.
Handsome, charming, meticulous—and a murderer no one ever suspected.
No one but me.

I smelled the fear on his clothes.
I felt the shift in his heartbeat when he chose a woman.
I knew when he left the flat which of them wouldn’t make it home.

I tried to warn them.
Scratched their bags, blocked their paths, meowed until my throat ached.
But I’m just a cat—cute, quiet, and far too easy to ignore.

Until her.

This is the story of the night I refused to stay quiet.

"The Killer and His Cat"

by J.S Ellis