My Catobiography - The TomCat who loved me
It's a balmy day at the Cattery, and the sun is kissing my angelic whiskers. My tattered paws reflect the 14 long feline years since I first licked them clean. I had such a sublime life- never having to hunt for my meal except when I was a kitten. On the other hand, humans wake up to dreadful blaring noises from their phones in the mornings and somehow have detachable skins of myriad colors that they can easily peel off and put back on daily. Many even skip their first meals to rush out of the house and ride weird big animals they call cars. It wasn't until I was four that I realized humans needed a paper called 'money' to survive. What a pity! I just have to eat, sleep, and be my playful self to earn my hearty meal twice daily. I wish it were that easy for poor humans too. A few minutes ago, while looking out the window to catch my daily dose of drama in the human world, I saw a guy on the street giving a bunch of roses to a girl, and they kissed shortly after. I never understood this my whole life. Do humans always have to gift roses to earn hugs and kisses? I, however, get free hugs and kisses from the humans without asking. They even give me some extra treats every time I roll around and let them rub my belly. Maybe they have different rules for the cats and their fellow humans. I would never understand if even I tried to.