Bumps in the night?

a child's night time drama

As I lay upon my bed,
I fall fast asleep.
I wake to hear a strange sound,
Of something starting to creep.

I close my eyes tight, afraid to see,
The thing that scurries and moves.
The sound begins to scare me some,
Oh how I wish it would soothe.

As I open my eyes in fear,
I think my eyes spot a bat.
As I lean over the side of my bed,
All I see is my loving cat.