C45 The old man is dead

The black cat did turn around to leave, but it didn't run away. It jumped towards the old man on the bed. By the time I tried to stop it, it was too late. Because it was moving too fast, and it was moving first, there was no way I could stop it.

I watched it leap onto the old man's bed, and then it made a loud cat cry, the kind that sounds like a baby crying, and it made my scalp tingle