just one more thing that shows their inferiority, but I already knew that!So, here I was, enjoying a comfortable life in this place that has many names. Some "humans" call it 'Alexandria'; others, 'Old Town'; others 'Second Street' and others, 'Virginia'. Can't the "humans" make up their minds and give it one name! If they spent as much time paying attention to me instead of creating different titles for the same place, maybe I might receive the attention I deserve (although I doubt that!)! As I was saying, I was roaming the back yards in search of young, helpless birds and something to eat when suddenly starnge things occur. My adopted "humans" begin to place boxes in every room of their tiny dwelling. I can't sleep in my favorite (that month) chair! As time progresses the places to walk & sleep get smaller & smaller. My story continues down below. (The "humans" told me I should do this; I don't know why I have to keep going back & forth!)
So, I was noticing that many things were disappearing from all levels of their dwelling. Yet it still was crowded with boxes large & small, some displaying the words "heavy" & "fragile". The trees inside were being removed. Many branches were placed in the back room, the area which gave me warm air. My feeding area did not move, nor did my upper level resting place. Then one of my "adopted" did not leave one morning to go with the other one. He stayed in their dwelling.
Well, I took advantage of that and slept with him. ("Humans" are good for some things, such as making circles to produce food and opening cold boxes to provide white liquid that tastes good...like my mamma's. Their bodies can provide comfort to my head when I sleep.) This adopted one kept moving up & down levels, using paper and towels to cover many, many things. One day they both put all these items in front of the house. Other people took them away. Strange "humans"! The next day a big machine ate the rest, unless a "human" risked his front paws to pull something out before its jaw shut.
Soon the second "human" became sick all the time. He put frozen water in front of and behind his head, being in his resting area, and running to the small middle room. I heard lots of sounds, some from him, others from a object that "humans" usually sat on. He did not look healthy when I saw him, crawling, crying & holding paper. Then, the other "human" did not go away when the sun began to shine. More & less became more & less. The dwelling had so many boxes, from the bottom of the dwelling to the top of each level. It upset my nerves, but they were too busy to give me their usual level of indulgence. Soon a big motor monster machine appeared. The "humans" began to shove evrything from their dwelling to the rear end of the monster.
A third "human" joined them when the day was in the middle. He also carried boxes, storage containers and places to rest inside that yellow animal. He left, they continued. At this point I was tired. Little was I to know what was in store for me. Please find the next box.
Suddenly, the monster machine put my two "humans" in his head. They wanted me to go inside, but I would not. I became sick. I pushed away. Finally I stayed with the lady with blond hair, her "human" mate, their little female "human" and another black cat who was plagued with speed problems. My adopted "humans" were gone, and I was sad & alone.
When the sky was dark, my foster adopted "humans" were contacted by my real adopted
"humans". They were far away, but missed me & wanted me to join them when the motor monster no longer wanted them in his head. This would be in three sky cycles. I would have to wait. I could not go to my house where I had dwelled. There was nothing in it, no one was there except strange female "humans", roaming & talking constantly as they usually do.
So I waited. Water fell from the sky, and I did not like that at all. I hid, but I could not completely escape it. But I was fed, and given something to drink (not milk). I was told my adopted & foster "humans" talked using "E"-mail. Early in July they would return for me, and I would fly to a place called "Albuquerque" or "New Mexico" or "The Beach". They couldn't make up their minds where they lived. But before I could fly, I would have to visit a 'vet'. A 'vet' is a "human" who attacks cats (and possibly dogs, but who cares about them!) with pointed objects. I tried to wet her table, but had not drunk enough water that day. This 'vet' had the nerve to tell other "humans" my age & weight. How rude! I was told I was very healthy...but I knew that, and would have mentioned it to her if only she had asked!
Finally, the day arrived and my adopted "humans" appeared. As "humans" do, they sat, talked, ate, then slept. During the brighter cycles, they left the house and came back with a bag. That night I wandered the neighborhood for the last time, making sure I was remembered by animals & "humans".
My adopted ones woke up very early; I was still roaming. Then...they placed me in the bag they got! The nerve! I don't like bags! Why do I need to be placed in a bag! But, placed I was, then they carried me out of the foster dwelling and into a small motor machine. The good news was that they petted me...the bad news was that I could not see where I was going. Suddenly we stopped, the "humans" exchanged words one more time, and I was carried into a building. I was placed in a area with bags similar to mine. I heard that I would have to "pay $75" to travel. Why should I have to pay anything? After all, I am the cat! They should be honored to have my presence here (whereever here is, why doesn't this 'thing' have at least 1 window!). My usually reliable adopted ones took care of that situation. I was elevated then carried a long distance. Suddenly the top of the bag opened and I was lifted up by the smaller adopted "human".
There were too many "humans" saying too many things, lots of other noises, things I had never seen before and above all...too many "humans"! I was carelessly thrown back into my prison as my smaller adopted one was examined by a man with a metal wand that made annoying noises. Soon we were all back together and continued walking. I couldn't see much, except that we sat down then got up soon & a whining sound could be heard in the distance. Then there was a cacophony of sounds, and I was pushed and prodded and plunked down into a small, crowded area. Soon I saw light and tried to examine what it was. A hand pushed me back into my prison. They petted me, but I was quite upset. I wanted to see where I was! Does that sound too much to ask? Wouldn't you feel that way? If you're a "human", do not answer that question. And, finally, the worst happened. It felt like my ears & stomach were going to explode as the pressure increased. I was pushed to the back of my prison as everything tilted. Even my claws were useless! I let out a loud meow so that possibly a "human" could help me. But no! I was to survive this torture on my own. I am glad that I did not have a morning meal, it would not have remained in my stomach.
Soon the tilting stopped, then we started to turn around. A "human" was speaking but I could not hear him because of the noise that was irritating my ears; besides, who pays attention to them unless when absolutely necessary. Again, I slid back & forth. We circled, then the same "human" said something, again I was not concerned about his babbling, just my condition. We turned again, then finally we were traveling in a smooth straight line. So smooth that I actually felt like I could rest, perhaps to dream. Which I tried to do until my smaller adopted "human" decided to put frozen water on my back. How rude! However, between you & me, it wa nice to get some water as he moved in around my head & mouth. But I will never tell him that! And, yes, he did pet me for most of the journey. I was just about to nap again when suddenly there were noises and the object I was in (whatever it was) begin to drop at an angle. Again, my ears felt unbearable pressure & I meowed again to voice my displeasure. And my bag was pushed into the wall in front of me. I thought this was the end of my life. And I was so young to not see another daylight. Then we bumped, and I prayed to anything that would hear me! And this time, the pressure was worse. I felt I was going to stick to something, never to be peeled off! But there was a loud roar, and we slowly crawled and stopped. Then more noises, more getting bumped & pushed and banged and I hated all this and wished it would end. But it didn't.
And I am not done yet!
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