Writing challenge four...?

I knew if I didn't act quickly, I would be in trouble. His beady blue eyes were already staring down at me as he approached. His furred paws were making little noise as he crept closer. The can opener was taking way too long. Seconds ped and he came closer. I was only half way through the can. I twisted the can opener as fast as I can when at last it popped and fell to the ground. I dumped the meat inside it into the dish and ran inside where I was safe. I made sure that I locked the door before I looked through the window. His black little ears twitched as he ate. Why in the world would my best friend put the burden of looking after his cat on me?