Granted. But it was pregnant and spits out a dozen kittens. They grow up and inbreed in moments and the six females each spit out a dozen kittens. By the time your eyes widen in horror and you begin to stand to turn toward the door, the wave of exponential kittens pushes you from behind. You manage to surf the cats, through luck or skill you do not know, and ride it toward the front door before you're crushed against the wall.
Outside the paperboy rides by and tosses a newspaper on your doorstep. A crow flies by. Mewing can be heard inside your house. The drapes are all pressed against the windows, writhing. And suddenly your front door bursts open and you come flying out covered in kittens. A deluge of kittens floods your front yard and then the street. Kittens burst out of your chimney, raining bricks and mortar over the neighborhood. Your windows all burst open and the sewer line buckles up and filthy kittens spew out of it.
From space astronauts look out of the shuttle windows as the clouds part and a fluffy wave of biomass crashes into the ocean and begins covering the Earth. They recieve one last message from Mission Control:
"We've had a problem here in Houston"
The astronauts know they cannot return home. There is nowhere to land. The Catsplosion has destroyed the world.
Also you get some yarn because you asked for it.
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I wish for some delicious cookies!