My cat talks to me. Pretty sure he’s the devil.

Date: 7/30/2019

I’m sitting petting my cat in the hallway, I’m home alone but chilling. (My cat is a black cat, solid black, with light green eyes.) He’s facing away from me, I can just see the back of his head but he seems to be chill with it as well. Then all of a sudden he turns his head to face me and his face has changed. He’s grinning- like an obvious smile on his face, lips stretched back farther than should be possible and pulled up by the base of his neck, teeth honed to un-catlike perfect points, less animal and more... something else. His eyes have gone blank white, like he doesn’t have any pupils or color at all. Somehow, in the dream I’m not that spooked. I stop petting him, and I think ‘okay. What the fuck’ and then he starts speaking. His voice is deep and layered— you know, how demons or other evil villains on TV shows talk? Like they have two voices speaking at ALMOST the same time? It’s like that. His voice isn’t that of someone I know, it’s drawling and cruel and almost hinted with (laughter? pity?) humor. He says, “You shouldn’t be here. Wake up. You shouldn’t care. In fact, you don’t care, right? I certainly don’t. Now hurry up and move on. Those shaking hands of yours will be so much steadier when you’re dead, my dear.” Then I woke up. (WHAT THE FUCK)