His pants flew out of window followed by a brand new laptop and his favourite record. She threw him out. Forever. No more sweet love, no more happiness, no more good times. And you know what, I loved him. Yes maybe he came back home drunk with a girl who is not She but why should I care? All in all I am a cat. Cats like to be petted and to be fed with tuna, and now It is all gone. What I am gonna do? What If she throws me out as she did with him? I am not just some cat, I am Fuzzball!!! Maybe I am not in position to blame people, but she never asked me. He used to give double tuna and sometimes even let me sit on his laps when he was working. He never chased me out of the bedroom even when he was petting girl who did not belong to this household. He always liked me, and she threw him out just like a thing.
I know, I know what will happen - they will forget me. I, Fuzzball will have to go wondering through the dangerous streets full of crazy dogs and over grown rats. I am not a tiger, I like quietness, three meals a day, I have my favourite doctor and my favourite spot on the couch. I am not ready for the life out of the golden cage. And they never asked me....
But what if they decide to put me to sleep or send me to her mother? That lady is just a cat suppressor. And it is not about her 5 dogs, it is about her eyes. Every time she looks at me I feel like I am a mouse on the way to lion’s stomach. You would never think, but I have a mouse phobia. Not those plastic mice with a motor I hunt all the time, but those sneaky grey little bastards. No wonder elephants are afraid of them...
Ok, it is 8:35 time for second after-dinner. No food came.
It is 8:48 I am starving. 8:50 still no food.
Now I know - they decided to starve me to death! It is only 3 hours since he is gone and I am already dying. Look at the floor, my hair is falling off. I am not strong in biology but something tells me that my whiskers are next...9:13 time for a nap, I am so starved that I am dying.
Good morning! Pardon, good afternoon! I did not die, apparently cats can live without food longer than one night. Haven't I mentioned that cats like to sleep? Just in case: we like to sleep, very much so. So next day came and she is still angry, I got some food but It was less then usual.
Next moment the living room door slammed so hard I thought that my eyeballs would fall out. He came, he was angry, she was angry, they were fighting and screaming. She slapped him, he took a knife...
Few hours later I woke up on the street and never saw them again....
So interesting!!!!
ReplyDeleteFirst of all - great story, loved it)
Then surely thanks for that pic (I think it's for an image of typical cat in our minds)):D
And the last thing - cool ending, I guess the 'he' and 'she' from the story have died? so mysterious)
waiting for your next posts)