I awoke in a bed that was not my own. I felt constricted, unable to move. The room was too warm, and I could not move my arms to throw off the covers. The darkness in the room was oppressive, and threatening. I struggled to breathe. It felt as if there was a heavy weight on my chest. I tried to scream, but the sound was strangled in my throat. I could only pray that this was a dream, a nightmare form which I would soon awake. And then, a sound. Far off, at first, but slowly increasing in volume. Something tickled my ear. And the sound became clear. My cat was lying across my chest, and purring madly.yes, it was morning, and the hungry beasts were seeking food. Another day of servitude to the felines had begun.