Cat's Eye Page #4

that's where the food gets stuck...

...and cats stealing kids' breath.

Well, my making fun of Nana's accent

at the breakfast table...

...probably didn't get us off

to the best of starts, but...

...I might be able

to bring your mother around.

-No promises, but maybe.

-No promises.

You know, Amanda,

there are no real monsters.

Yeah, I guess I do.

Okay. Go to sleep now.

No bad dreams.

No bad dreams.

I think she was beginning to cry

when I kissed her good night tonight.

Come on, Hugh.

What do you say we talk about it

just a little bit, all right?

Hugh, I just don't trust that cat.

-What was that?

-What was that?

I don't know. I'll go.

General? Is that you?

Mandy!

Polly's dead.

The monster in my wall killed Polly.

Oh, no!

I knew it!

I knew it!

I told you this would happen.

Look at this!

It's okay.

-She's convinced the cat didn't do it.

-Yes, I know.

She's convinced it was a troll

that got tired of living under a bridge...

...and has moved into her wall.

But she is 8 and you're 38,

and that cat's tracks...

...were on her windowsill in Polly's blood.

Now, are you going to take care of Polly

or do you want me to?

Well, here he goes, killer.

I would have thought that

you'd have cleared out of here by now, too.

Your welcome is getting pretty threadbare.

Come here.

What have we got here?

Who did that to you?

Hey, the cat has a wound on his shoulder.

So what?

Seems like a big wound.

Yeah, well, Polly got in one good peck

before that cat killed him.

Good for Polly.

I certainly never realized

that Polly had such a big pecker.

You better get ready for work.

You're going to be late.

Stay right there.

Come on.

Look, look. Good food.

Come on, kitty.

Mama has your favorite food.

Come on, you furry little bastard.

Come on.

Going.

Going.

Your bird-killing days are over, my friend.

General!

General!

General!

General!

Tomorrow's your big day, fellow.

Do you think General ran away

because you thought he killed Polly?

Honey, cats don't think.

General does,

and he knows that you think...

...that cats steal kids' breath!

Hey!

What was that?

Mommy!

-Mommy!

-Amanda!

Get out of my way! Amanda!

Amanda!

Amanda!

Get him, General! Get him!

Hang on.

Oh, no!

Don't let him get away!

Sh*t!

Please!

Amanda!

It's Mommy and Daddy, we're not angry.

Hugh, what is wrong?

Why won't this door open?

Come on, General. Get him!

Come on, get him!

Get him!

Cream him!

Watch out, General, watch out!

Come on, get him!

Amanda!

General's fighting the monster!

Amanda!

Play it faster!

Play it faster!

General!

Amanda!

Where did he come from?

Where did he come from?

Give me that cat.

Amanda!

-Give me that cat!

-Quiet!

It wasn't General

that wanted to take my breath.

It was the monster, and General fixed him.

You've got to believe me!

Amanda, where did it go?

General played him on the record player

and swoosh...

...zoom, into the fan and he got smushed.

Oh, my God!

Hugh, what do you think it is?

That's where he came from. There!

Right there in my wall just like I told you.

Amanda, whatever it was

that was in the wall, was it alone?

-I mean, did it have any friends?

-I only saw one.

Hugh? We're not going

to tell anybody about this.

Are you kidding?

Amanda, promise me...

...promise me that you won't tell

any of your friends about this, okay?

Well, that depends.

Depends on what?

On whether or not I can keep General.

-And sleep with me at night.

-Amanda, that's blackmail.

Hi.

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