The Cat Chronicles Day 1: A New Home

Well, this is confusing. One minute I’m enjoying a catnap in my cell at the animal prison — or at least I would have been, if it hadn’t been for that yappy little dog they brought in yesterday — and the next minute the two-legger that always smells of wet mutt and the sandbox has brought me to this strange place. Where do I go? And more importantly… what am I going to eat? I’d rather be back at the animal prison! At least they had food there!

Mutt-and-Sandbox is joined by a wrinkly two-legger, who turns and approaches me. The stranger smells of something sticky-sweet and dirt. I’m not sure what to think of her. Since she does not smell of tuna, I take that as a bad sign. Unfortunately Mutt-and-Sandbox has been eaten by the roaring black monster, which is quick to run away into the distance. Terrible thing, the roaring monsters. My milk-queen lost her life to one, too… Poor Mutt-and-Sandbox. He wasn’t the best two-legger, but at least he put food in my cell every day.

The wrinkly one tries to communicate by making strange faces and speaking gibberish, rather than handing over a can of tuna. I am not amused. Surely she will tire herself of such antics and leave. I have an interrupted catnap to catch up on…

Hey! Hey! I was just getting comfy here!

The world looks entirely different from so high up! Just where is this giant wrinkly two-legger taking me?

I feel relieved when my paws are back on the ground, where they rightfully should be. I’m in a new territory now, so very different from the animal prison and the big world outside. I want to hiss at the wrinkly one and put her in her place, but her paw feels warm and soft against my head…

…And her eyes seem incredibly sad, like a kitten that has lost its milk queen. I can understand that…

Thankfully she still knows what is most important. Food! This new territory might not be so bad after all!

The wrinkly one leaves, and I decide to check out these new surroundings in more detail. First is the food dish. It is massive, and I have to prop myself up to get to the tastiness within. I approve.

Next is the light box. I do not like the light box. There are small two-leggers living inside it, and they continually make noise, like the yappy little dogs at the animal prison. I hiss at it to show my displeasure, but it continues to speak, as if to spite me. I have already made my first enemy in this new place. But wait! Is that…?

I am transfixed by the tasty golden morsel circling in the enclosed puddle on the table. I want a closer look, but my legs are too short to get to such high grounds. One day, I will grow big enough to overthrow this goldfish’s watery kingdom! Until then, I will watch, and plan…

It was an exceedingly busy day for a kitten. Thankfully I found a comfy spot that did not require bigger, stronger legs and leaping abilities to get a good night’s sleep, the circling underwater ruler still taunting me for my inability to paw at him gnawing at my mind in my dreams.

…Yes, I think living here with the wrinkly one will do just fine.

Day 2