I hopped down from my windowsill and began prancing around, checking in on all my people.

They were my servants.

The big one with the long hair—I think the humans (pronounced who-mens) call her “Mom”—was my favorite. Her job was to snuggle me and feed me, making her my primary caregiver. The others simply seemed to make her job easier. The smaller girl brushed me on the days Mom didn’t, and the boys cleaned up my poop whenever I didn’t feel like using the litter box.

Then there was the man. I’m not entirely sure what his purpose is, but I’m fairly certain his name is “Dad.” Personally, I’d get rid of him, but he makes Mom very happy, so I’ve decided to let him stay.

Then there are the dogs.

I despise them.

They bring shame upon all animals. Somehow they’ve lowered themselves to the level of humans. They even poop outside.

Disgraceful.

Unfortunately, they’re much bigger than I am, so there isn’t much I can do about it.

One day when the cat was on his usual window sill, he came up with a plan. “When the dogs come out I’ll drop the glasses on the dog then I'll run away so the whomans don’t know it was me” the cat thought. And sure enough wen the dogs came out he jumped onto what the whomans called the island and knocked the glasses off although when he ran off the dog chased him, pawing and snapping his teeth trying to catch the cat. The cat ran and ran but the dog still chased after him, the whomans chasing them both trying to separate them. Finally one of the whomans caught the dog and locked him in his box.