Where I leave

The man-feeder has been leaving the here-rooms often lately. Sometimes I feel he wants to avoid me. Other than a few soft brushes when he bursts through the door later in the evening, I am largely ignored. I lay about awaiting his arrival and greet him by swirling around his legs--pleasantly, I might add. He responds at times with pats on my head for a few brief seconds. Other times, he stumbles forward over me and makes loud noises, as if I am in his way. Shameful how he treats me.

These realizations have me longing for more hospitable conditions. Places where I can pee where I like and no one runs after me, where I can lightly paw a face in the morning for some tasty morsels and I receive them. Immediately. Without retribution. Is this too much to ask for a slice of perfection such as I am?

I have thought of ways to pursue this avenue. I see the small-feeder crack open the door to the wide world where I am not allowed to roam, as the man-feeder pursues me speedily and moves me back to the inside. I appreciate the pets while this occurs, but frequently, I am again placed in a comfortable plush bed of my own demise. Again, how horribly he treats me.

I will await a day when the man-feeder abandons me again, and I will see the small-feeder crack open the door, and I will pursue a new man-feeder who will adore me as the perfect creature I am, and will give me all the attention all the time.

The day has come. The man-feeder has patted my head and back, and taken his bag. The she-feeder has taken the small-feeder out to the big yellow death box on wheels with all the other potential small-feeders from other places outside my knowledge. When the small-feeder returns, I will scurry to freedom and find my place of solace.

I have done it! The she-feeder tried her best, but she could not apprehend me. I will find a new place where my talents and beauty will be appreciated with never-ending adoration and attention. I will...was that a dog?

After much exploration and evasion in my search for a new place--I had to dodge and hide as the she-feeder and man-feeder were looking around and yelling the come-eat-food name--it is possible I have exaggerated the situation. Perhaps it was not so bad at the old man-feeder's abode. I slink through the darkness to get to the door out of sight of other animals. I paw at the door. I make loud consternation, but to no avail. It appears that the man-feeder is either sleeping or died due to his lack of me in his life. I look out into the trees from where I came, and slowly continue my search. I will forever remember the man-feeder fondly and hope we meet again nine lives from now.