A Pet from Satan

The little girl furrowed her brow as she walked around the unwrapped cage in the center of the room. She had asked Santa for a kitten, but had misspelled quite a few words in the letter, including Saint Nick's name.

What was before her now was an inky black beast with a few too many glowing eyes, way too many sharp teeth, and two too many tiny wings.

She frowned at the not-kitty before her. "You're not what I wanted..."

The demon scratched at itself, lazily blinking a few of its eyes at her.

"But I love you!"

It yowled as she suddenly hugged it, unable to escape the unwanted affection.

"I'll call you Scary Cat, and you'll be my best friend!"

The monster attempted to bite and claw her as she ran up the stairs with it in her arms. "That's where you sleep," she mumbled as she stuffed Scary Cat into a dollhouse.

"Thank you, Santa!" she hollered out the hallway.

The demon, crammed in a plastic kitchen next to Barbie, immediately knew that this had been a mistake. Despite this, the human girl was far more welcoming than it's previous owners.