Sammy The Black Cat

           I can hear the creaks in the attic, in the floorboards throughout the house. At night the house seems more alive than it does during the day. The moonlight along with the streetlights shining show the shadows within the house. I can hear the dog snoring in the next room over and then there is the cat. My wonderful sneaky black cat that sleeps during the day and goes wild once the moon rises. She wakes me up by licking my forehead with her scratchy sand paper like tongue. I watch her play with the shadows and see her back form as if someone were petting her. I feel her purring against while she lies on my leg. Why is she purring? Who is petting her? I know one thing, it isn’t me.