–“Lost Cat”–

I was a playful orange tabby. My human gives me wet food and lets me sleep on her bed. I’m good and don’t wake her up! I swear! Unless… There’s something to kill in the room.

9am: ¡¡¡ZOOMIES TIME!!! Holy shit, is that a lizard?! I chase the lizard outside, it drops its tail which I play with as it gets away. When I’m bored of the tail, I go you go back inside… But the door is closed! “Meow! Meow! Meeeeoooow!!!”

But it was no use. Is this it? My life as a stray? I walk off looking for food, scared. Large metal boxes fly past the black rock path, I almost get hit by it, but it lets out a loud beeping screech and stops before me.

What was that survival instinct? Stay in one place until you’re rescued? Well I fucked that up badly. It’s almost noon and I need my afternoon wet food. I’m going to starve to death! This is the absolute worst thing. I lay under a tree and just wait to die.

My human walks 30 ft from the door and picks me up. I’m saved! I purr and purr and purr. But the best part: WET FOOD!!!