One day on a lazy summer afternoon I decided to phone my friend up and ask if she wanted to have a sleepover. She said, "Sure, anything to cheer me up." I asked her what was wrong and she said that her cat had died last night at the old age of seventeen. I told her it sounded sad and I went over to her house.
A few minutes later, I sat down on the couch. Then, I thought I saw something black out of my periphery. I glanced over and what was sitting calmly right before my eyes was a black cat with white feet and dull green eyes.
My stomach dropped. I turned back to my friend and asked her what her cat looked like. She said it was "Mostly black, except for on his feet, had long whiskers, and greenish eyes".
I looked back at the cat but it was gone.
Later that night I swear I could have felt fur brush my hand. There were no other pets in the house so I sort of freaked out and tried really hard to go to sleep. But unfortunately, I had dreamed of a talking cat. It looked like the one that was on the couch earlier. It just said, "Are you new, friend?" and disintegrated into black sand, which blew away in the wind. The wind circled me before disappearing. In the morning my whole body was icy and chilled and when I talked my voice seemed to have taken on a raspy quality it did not have before. I told my friend I was feeling rather homesick and if I had her permission to leave early. I did and so I left. For obvious reasons, I have never been back to her house since that happened!