Written in response to “Making a Prompt Personal.“
From Morguefile.com by user Qedem1611.
I live in a madhouse. I suppose it’s better than that horrible, smelly crate I was in, before this place. I must admit, it’s mouses above that crate. I wish I were here by myself, but they brought my brother along, too.
And the dog! We’ve managed to annoy her by taking over all of her beds (what is she, a queen?). But, I admit, the valet and maid of the house have provided plenty of things for us, too. We have lots of hidey-holes and climbing apparatuses – not to mention our own cat beds! And we are allowed in the basement – the dog doesn’t go down there! We try to eat the dog’s food too, but she barks at us, and does not leave her food unguarded. I don’t know why the valet and maid don’t control her better.
My brother tries to rouse the humans in the morning to feed us. Then we both pester them until one of them gets up (usually, the maid). Then we play a lot, until we go to sleep. If it’s sunny, our maid will move our tree to the window! We get to sleep in the sun, then!
We have to remind the valet or maid what time to feed us in the afternoon – otherwise, they forget. Then THEY eat at the table, and we sit like good little kittens to entice them to share. Sometimes the valet will share, even though the maid will bite his head off for doing so. We love the valet!!
My maid likes to pick me up and pet me. The petting is great, but I can’t stand being picked up – unless, of course, she’s petting me at the same time. We often have playtime – the maid or valet will throw our toys around at our leisure!
Okay, so it’s not quite a madhouse. I don’t know what we did before we got to this place. It’s like living in a palace!
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