"Du løber langs køkkenpanelet. Stopper. Løber igen. Dine øjne er fastlåst på det gigantiske, sovende væsen midt ude på det ternede køkkengulv. Det drejer sig, knurrer dovent. Du fryser, venter, stormer forbi med panisk hamrende hjerte, og når frem til din position. Adrenalinen pumper rundt.

Dine venner nikker, giver signalet. I springer frem...

Katten eksploderer i bevægelse, sidder pludselig i vindueskarmen, vender sig, hvæser ned mod de forvirrede rotter, springer...

You follow the foot panel as you run. Stop. Run again. Your eyes are locked on the gigantic sleeping being in the middle of the checkered kitchen floor. It stirs a bit, growls lazily. You freeze, wait, rush past it with your heart hammering in panic, and reach your destination, adrenaline pumping.

Your friends nod, give the signal. You leap…

The cat explodes into movement, is suddenly on the window sill, turns, hisses down at the confused rats, jumps…