A graceful feline named Charlotte, has lived on 3252 West Cherry Tree Lane for all of her 9 years. She beloved by her owner, a kind woman who raised her as her own child. When Charlotte was about 2, a strange man came into her house. Charlotte hissed and scratched and got scolded by her owner. Now this man stuck around for a very long time to Charlotte. 5 years. Things always changed.

He moved into Charlottes house, he gave Charlotte’s owner a ring that Charlotte liked to play with. Charlotte’s owner still loved her dearly and always made time for her, so Charlotte wasn’t to upset. Until one day that man with the kind eyes didn’t come back. And Charlottes owner began wearing all black. Charlotte would lay with her owner on long nights when sobs rang around the room and eyes puffed up to no end.

It took a long while, but eventually color began to enter back into Charlotte’s owner’s clothes.

And then it basically left again.

A new man had entered into Charlotte’s home, only this one lacked the kind eyes of the first one.

It took a month for him to get angry.

A month for the peace to leave Charlotte’s owners eyes.

It took a month for Charlotte’s owner to lock her in attic when the man was home.

It took less than a month for Charlotte’s anger to grow.

Charlotte began pacing the attic on the nights she was closed up there, jumping gracefully around the furniture as she heard screams, sobs, crashes, begging, pain.

Charlotte screeched and hissed and scratched at the door for months and months.

She scratched the door and on that rainy day, the door opened. And when Charlotte expected her loving owner, the vile man opened the door instead.

Except he had her limp owner, bloody and beaten, in his arms.

He threw her to the floor and shouted at her, calling her a stupid bitch and then he turned his attention to Charlotte.

Charlotte fought like hell as the man cursed at her for making such noise.

Charlotte tried her hardest to reach her owner, who’s eyes had begun to open across the room.

Rage filled eyes, the man grabbed Charlotte before she could jump away and flung her across the room.

Everything went black.

Charlotte didn’t know what happened. She faintly remembered her owner screaming bloody murder, but mostly everything was just faded in her memory. Every time her owner laid down with Charlotte in the aftermath, giving Charlotte full view of her scars. Charlotte grinned in a feline vengeance because she knew, the decomposing body that was peacefully hidden 6 feet under the soil had scars to match, from Charlottes claws.

The tale of Charlotte and her darling owner became legend in their small town. For centuries, the story of that fateful rainy night was told, all while a graceful cat roamed the rooftops of the street of 3252 Cherry Tree Lane.