While he waited, he tried to sleep but sleep never came. Around his neck, he wore a collar; the symbol of his bondage.
In the small, cramped space; he curled up into a ball. He made himself small.
Breathing in and out, he continued to listen and wait. When he heard the heavy foot falls approach, he shifted himself into position; ready to pounce.
His owner jumped and screamed as the keenly honed claws sunk deep into the man’s flesh and rivers of crimson blood poured forth. “Ow! No! Bad kitty. No claws. No claws.”