I was strapped to a wooden chair bolted to the floor. My extremities were tied down and I could hardly budge. Before my eyes was a small noose hanging from the shadows above. I was in a pitch black room with a single light bulb dangling from above. Very noir. Suddenly, an unidentified man with gloves brought my youngest cat, Miercoles, out from the shadows and placed her head in the noose and pulled the rope tight around her neck. I started screaming as he disappeared and she started to struggle, scratching at the air, hissing and choking as her body fought and shook. I tried with all my might to break my bonds, to leap from the chair, to save her, to no avail. Miercoles was about to expire when I woke up in terror from my nightmare. I sprung forward only to see Miercoles laying at my feet. Her eyes were wide open. She didn't move. She was stone cold dead. Until I poked her with my foot. Her body shuddered, stretched, let out a long yawn, stood up, walked over and sat on my chest to wish me a good morning.