by Fish Paste

Created on: June 02, 2008

I never knew my mom, since I opened my eyes I only saw humans.

For a while, I thought I came from a human. Now I know that humans come from eggs, and cats come from other cats. At least that is what Debbie says. She is so sweet; she says that we could be boyfriend and girlfriend if I wasn't fixed. But she also says that being fixed actually means that I am broken. I don't know what a boyfriend or girlfriend is, and how something can be fixed when it is broken, but I don't really care.

She is very smart, because her human is very smart. I really like her.

My human is not very bright; he plays video games all day. He has a lot of friends, when they visit him they get drunk and very loud. Sometimes he forgets to feed me, but other than that, I don't really pay him much attention.

He never kicks me or anything like that, he is not a bad guy, just lazy. Debbie says that humans are either scared or lazy. And only those who are brave or hard-working get anywhere. I don't really care.

I just sit on the windowsill all day and look at people. This is when Debbie drops by.

I rarely even hunt any more. I used to when I was younger. I did not even eat it; I just dragged it inside. I thought my human would be proud, but he looked disgusted. Debbie says it is because humans like their food in packages and tins. She says that humans are scared of death, so they don't like their food to look like dead things. And they are lazy, too lazy to hunt. I don't really care.

Debbie and I have split humans into two groups: Lighter ones and darker ones. The lighter ones usually have more and better things, while the darker ones are angry about this. I have seen at least five different coloured cats, some even have three different colours at once. For cats there are just female and male, and that is why I like Debbie. I am different, but when I am with her it is like we are the same. Debbie says that there are a few greedy people in the world that decide what should be wrong and right. She is so smart, but I don't really care about human things.

I just like to look at them. My human has a TV and on it, I have seen lions. Lions are big cats. I imagined being one, and hunting humans, it was great, such fun! They are so helpless, so scared of the big cat! If humans weren't so smart and good at making things to kill with, then I think lions would rule the world.

So here, I sit all day on the windowsill looking at humans. Imagining I was a lion hunting them. And waiting for Debbie.

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