It was just a normal sleepover with my friend Izzy and we were up till the early hours of the morning, watching horror movies and little did I know in a few short hours, I was about to become the main star in one. Once the horror movie had finished we agreed on watching Garfield so we could sleep peacefully. I was thinking to myself the whole movie that ginger cats are possibly the worse types of cats …show more content…
What the hell!’ from outside the room. I replied ‘Your cat tried to attack me!’ She yelled at me to open the door. Diffidently I opened the door and I heard the cat yelp and then run off. Izzy had a stern look on her face; it looked like she was going to explode. She then belted out ‘My cat’s paw was stuck in the door, you idiot!’ She mustn’t of heard any of the commotion that just went down. She didn’t have a care in the world about me. I had just been viciously attacked by her cat and all she could think about was the poor cat’s foot. What about my wellbeing!
I knew I was always going to remember this catastrophe, it was the type of story you tell your friends at a bonfire when you’re camping, or at a sleepover. Always bound to get a laugh out of it, even though at the time it was terrifying. I considered myself braver after the experience and felt a little bit sorry for the cat; it was its own fault though. I still often wonder how I didn’t break its paw; after all I was pressing against the door with all my