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Authors Note: Yes Lara. We will call this collaboration. Enjoy.

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Josh had just fallen asleep. He was groggy, drunk, and extremely fatigued. Before he fell asleep though images of Donna's cat haunted him. He was sure he was going to have nightmares.

He woke up to a constant banging sound.

"Shit!" he mumbled and sat up. "The cat's going to get out."

He looked around the room for something to protect himself with. He grabbed the closest lamp and waited for the cat to emerge from down the hall.

"You'll never get me!" he shouted.

Suddenly the banging stopped. He heard a door creak open.

"You can over power the cat Josh," he told himself. "He can't kill you. It's a cat. Just stay calm!"

After about ten minutes of sitting in a panicked manner Josh fell asleep.

Scratch, scratch, scratch

Josh's eyes popped open. "Ahhh…" he screeched, in an oddly high pitch tone.

The cat was glaring at him, scratching the coffee table. When Josh meet his eyes the cat seemed to smile.

"What the hell…"

The cat ran away quickly.

Josh sat up, wondering what it felt like to loose your soul to one of Satan's beasts. After a few minutes he feel asleep again.

Scratch, scratch, scratch

Josh woke up again and immediately threw a pillow at him. The cat dodged the pillow and grinned. Josh got up ready to beat the cat to a pulp. The cat quickly ran away.

"Stupid cat," Josh mumbled as he went back to the couch.

He feel asleep almost instantly. He woke up when he felt a heavy weight between his legs.

"What the hell… holy crap," Josh was ready to jump off the couch at that instant, but the cat had pinned him down.

The cat had it's paws pounding on his chest. Josh stayed perfectly still trying to keep his eyes close, knowing that at any moment the cat might try to reach inside him and remove his lungs.

The cat patted Josh on the head.

Just play dead, Josh told himself. Stay still. He might try to eat you alive. Don't move!

The cat was bored after a few minutes. He jumped onto the coffee table.

CRASH

Josh shot up.

"What the hell are you doing!" Donna said as she entered the living room.

She stood still when she saw the scene before her. Cushions were all over the room. Her favorite lamp had been pulled out of the wall and was sitting on Josh's chest. And last and definitely not least shocking the coffee table had clasped.

"Josh!"

"What!" Josh mumbled. "It was the cat!"

He looked around quick to discover that there was no cat in the room.

"Seriously Josh," she said, looking prepared to hit him.

"Hey you could have made it easier," Josh told her.

She just glared at him. She had her hands on her hips.

"I bring you into my house," she screamed. "And you wreck it."

"It wasn't me," Josh pleaded.

"Will you please just cut it out you have a meeting in the morning," she told him.

He looked at her pleadingly. "Can't I just sleep in your bed?"

"I'm not sleeping on the couch!' she yelled.

"That's not what I meant," Josh told her truthfully.

She snorted and turned back to her room.

Josh grasped the lamp harder. Where did that damn cat go! Satan's Beast!