John was making a sandwich. Once he put down the last slice of bread, he heard something. A meow. But, John doesn't have a cat.

"Hm?" He looks over to the hallway that leads to his room, eventually walking over to it. He peeks inside of it, but sees no cat, like it never even happened, and he's just hearing things.

Meow!

Another one. In the living room. John speed walks over to where the noise came from, seeing nothing. No cat on the couch, no cat on the coffee table. Nothing.

Hiss!

"What the-" Just before he can finish his sentence, a cat jumps up behind John, causing him to fall to the ground. It scratches him on the back, but he manages to get up and run away from the animal.

He runs to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door. He slowly turns around to look behind him after hearing the sound of a cat growling. A cat sits on his bed, a look of anger and fury in its eyes. John quickly unlocks the door and runs out, only to be ambushed by the cat from earlier, two other ones standing next to it.

The one in the middle scratches his ankle, causing him to fall to the ground- the perfect opportunity for the rest of them to attack him.

All four of the cats jump onto him, one of them biting off his ear, and another one taking off his finger. He lets out a scream as blood pours from his now missing finger, as the rest of the cats continue to bite and scratch him until he is dead.