this is very short

The dark skinned girl lay across my couch. The first thing I noticed about her was that she was perhaps the most beautiful person I had ever seen, her eyes bright green, her figure svelte and shapely. The second thing I noticed was that she was dressed in a set of my clothes, which fit her poorly, and yet seemed to draw attention to her. The third thing I noticed was that she was cradling her arm. The same one that had been broken on the black cat. The fourth thing I noticed was that she had cat ears. "Hey, human!" She grinned at me. "Make me some food! Now! Now!"
Her voice was rather pretty, although when she said 'now', it took on that plaintive, cat-like meow that sunk right into the brain. "What in the- Who are you, lady?" I narrowed my eyes. The answer was painfully obvious, but if I said it out loud, I'd be embracing insanity, and I really didn't want to do that. She rolled her eyes, and without any fuss, she was no longer there. In her place was the black cat, its paw raised up, meowing plaintively at me. I crossed my arms. "You have to be kidding me." There was another soft pop of air being displaced, and she was sitting on the couch again.
"I like you. You smell good, you made my arm feel better, you took me out of the rain, and you have lots of food and nice-smelling clothes. So, I'm going to be staying here for a while. You have a job, right? You can buy more food and clothes and stuff?" I nodded slowly. "Good! Make me some fish! You've got some salmon, right?" I opened my mouth, and closed it. I repeated the process a few times, trying to think of something to say to her besides 'alright'. "Yes! They're the ones that do that mouth-open-close thing. Get me some!"
"How… did you break your arm?" I asked, grasping for something. The previous night's events were still buzzing in my brain. The fog. The rotten odor. The glowing yellow eyes in the night. And the sound of flesh hammering against flesh, and the breaking of bones. I felt a brief wave of nausea just from remembering it.
"Big fish." She lifted her hand up, and licked her fingers, then winced, her eyes watering. She looked up at me, her ears flattening. "It hurts!"
I approached her quickly, grabbing the first aid kit from out of the backpack, gently wrapping it around her arm. "It's a compound fracture. You really should get this looked at by a doctor. Or, uh…" I gently touched it, and she hissed, her ears flattening. "A vet. I guess." I carefully wrapped the bandage around her arm. "I've got some painkillers. What would help?"
She looked up at me with big, soft, bright green eyes. My heart thumped in my chest. "Maybe some fresh alaskan salmon?" She asked, and then faked a truly pitiful sounding cough into her good hand.
I sighed. "I've got some tuna." Her eyes brightened up. "Canned." She smiled, and a black tail appeared behind her, standing up with her ears. "Do you want it on a sandwich, or-" She shook her head. "I'm going to find out why you're here." I walked towards the kitchenette, stepping behind the small counter.
"I'm here because you have food! That's all. And you should be glad I'm here!" She smiled brightly. "The last three people who owned this place didn't! And you know what happened to them!" The police reports flashed through my head. People, cut to pieces, left in chunks. There was a reason I was able to afford this apartment.
"Were you the one who did that to them?" I asked softly, and she snorted, giving me a derisive look from her warm spot on the couch.
"No. I'm the one who keeps the nasty things away from the nice humans who give me the food that I want." She lay back on the couch as I brought out a bowl of tuna. I sat beside her. "Feed me?" she asked, smiling, her eyes bright.