The midnight sound

Lying in my bed sleeping
woken up by a mysterious creaking
Turn on the light and wait for despair
Glancing over to the bedroom chair

Nothing there. No sight or sound
The light covers all that's around
Maybe a moth on the window pane
Or the sound of heavy Midnight rain

Lights off again, settle for a dream
I hear a noise near the skirting beam
Lights back on I stare all around
Trying to find this peculiar sound

Wait for a while till I hear no more
Raise from the bed, put feet on the floor
Suddenly something catches my sight
Hidden in shadow from my bedroom light

My wardrobe door is slightly ajar
The squeaking hinges haven't moved that far
I  gingerly open the old wooden door
And see a strange stretched furry little paw