Things have gotten interesting these past 6 months of my life. Looking back, I spent most of my days behind the Jiffy Mart, greeting those that passed by, occasional treats, and salvaging warmth from under the compressors that run their coolers inside. At month 4, I met one of my authority figures. He likes me and I like him. He came out multiple times per day for several weeks to pet me and make sure I had something to eat.
One particular day, I got to take a ride in his vehicle of which was not a fan of getting into at the time. I was stuck inside of some sort of apparatus that would not let me escape. I was then dropped off at the Dr’s office for a checkup. A few hours later, I saw my authority figure again and all was well….I thought.
Upon arriving at the undisclosed location in my unescapable transportation device, the door opened and I saw things I have never seen before. Gray cats, soft boxes with legs, and a wooden floor of which I cannot achieve satisfactory traction when I carry out my high speed passes at random. For a short while, I had a room all to myself, but I knew there was more to explore here so off I go. If I could climb on it, I did. If it looked like food, I tried to eat it. I even ate (mostly maimed) one of those fabric dust covers that is fastened on the bottom of furniture. It was yummy.
Moving forwards, I became rather fond of my new authority figures. They feed me and give me all the rubs I could ever want except for when they rub my tummy, this is when I usually bite the shit out of them.
So, here we are present day. The authorities have a tall porcelain pond upstairs that I have discovered. It has a shiny circular object that keeps the water in. I have learned how to remove it and I repetitively take it downstairs to show the authorities. It’s rather heavy and a lot of work to carry to them. I don’t understand why they seem to get upset when I bring it to them multiples times per day. Maybe one day I will understand.
The authorities have changed things inside my new home. There are glistening objects of green, red, and gold that I AM NOT ALLOWED to touch. Ever. After rescuing one of these shiny orbs, I was chased around the house with a portable water cannon of which I barely escaped. The humans do not appreciate my unique gifts. However, I feel confident I have won them over. They have planted a large tree inside of my new home. It has many lights for me to touch and more of those shiny orbs for me to remove and take to the authorities as payment for rent. I do hope they will like these better. *4 hours later* The authorities lack souls. I have fought a courageous battle against the portable water cannon, and I have regretedly lost. This may be my last post.
Just incase something happens, I am including a few photos of myself and my oldest BIG sister. I am leaving my middle sister out because she keeps going toilet on the floor. I’m not certain if she has gotten lazy, jealous, or is just being a B-word. Please see the captions in the photos as I’ve asked the authorities for assistance with adding descriptions to them. They are part of this story too.
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