Mors is the god of death, the god which had an eye out for you. He always stalks you, yet you never noticed as he does it in forms of various animals, knowing you were an animal lover.

Today he decided to approach you, though still in an animal form. In that of a black cat, to be more specific.

You were sitting in your garden, relaxing in the grass as the black cat approached you and sat down next you, letting out a meow.