Post by Ozarks Tom on Sept 12, 2019 2:24:05 GMT
Yes, I'm a cat, and for some reason my servants refer to me as Casper, I have no idea why.
My first few excursions through this area were simply to explore, mainly looking for lady cats who might enjoy my company.
Then, the big guy spotted me one night, flashed a light at me, and of course I slipped his light to disappear. Next thing I knew, I smelled food. Not just the rabbits and birds I'd been living on, but CAT FOOD. I knew what cat food smelled like, my previous servant/servantressness (?) used to feed me that wonderful stuff. I just knew someone new someone else had finally recognized my extraordinary presence.
One night, while I was enjoying my supper, a flash went off. I've no idea why, but I got the feeling someone was trying to capture me. But, that food was so good I kept coming back. Next thing I knew, someone had moved the nightly meal under a shelter so I could stay dry while I ate, that was neat.
After a few suppers, a nice lady wanted to become my new servant. Called my a wonderful cat, cooed my new name, and petted me like she knew just where I liked to be petted. Even the big guy wanted to be owned, he was a little rough, but I could tell he wanted to serve me too.
Well, I got lulled into the routine, showing up at sundown, feeding, petting, even hanging around until morning for breakfast. Then it happened. The big guy grabbed me and stuck me in a little box with bars on the front. Next thing I knew I was being poked and prodded by strangers. They stung me, and I fell asleep. When I woke, groggy as I was I knew something was wrong, meaning something was missing.
Before I knew it I was back where everything smelled right, but instead of roaming the woods, I was in a room with food, water, and a box full of funny feeling sand. Lots of attention and petting, cooing my name, and sitting on laps. Not all bad, but I could tell something was changing.
Well, it's been a few weeks, and for some reason wandering the woods looking for rabbit dens just doesn't interest me. What interests me now is going to my room when I come back in from exploring, eating, and being petted. And sleeping, I do a lot of that.
Their other cat, Dotty, isn't really certain I belong here, but we've struck a truce. Now she chases me, then I chase her, no hair lost on either party.
Yeah, what a deal. I eat like a king, get petted whenever I want, go in and out like I own the place, and all I have to do is give a few meow commands. They don't know how lucky they are.
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….Joe