October 05, 2004
Enter the Siamese
I was torn from my mother's side shortly after being weened and imprisoned in a cold, smelly, and obnoxiously loud cage with my brother's and sisters. I was certain my life was doomed to be miserable. I'm told this place was called a pet store, Pet's Potpourri to be exact, if that name isn't obnoxiously annoying enough, though there certainly was an abundance of odors wafting about the place that would require potpourri to mask.
I don't know how long I was there, but a day came when a certain human entered and kept hovering near my cell door. It was quite apparent that the fellow was lost and in definite need of a cat care giver.
He seemed impressed by my propensity to beat the living daylights out of my fellow inmates. Little did he know that I was merely getting payback for my lost twin sister taking a shiv-claw in the back not a week before. In any event, the human caught me in the act of holding down a rival kitten gang member and proceeded to obtain the guard to open the cell and have me removed ere I could put a dew claw in the squalling sissy cat's eye.
Naturally, I was quite put out for being interrupted, and soundly raked the offending human across the hand. He merely smiled and commented on how he liked a cat with attitude. The nerve.
I was placed in solitary confinement, with no food or water, and taken away. When the light returned, I found myself in a new home, one without bars. One in sore need of a cat in charge.
Yes. I could come to govern this place and make it my own. They shall tremble before the swish of my tail.
Posted by Sierra at October 5, 2004 05:33 AMPosted to First of Nine