Cat's POV:
I am not much into the conversation.
I do not mean to be antisocial.
I am a feline and I am not much for sticking to one place.
I love to travel. It is way more fun that way. Why get attached to anyone and ruin it?
I have a phone bought for me by this old lady.
I eat at her place on Saturdays.
On Sundays, I eat at the Millers, on Mondays at the Fields, and on Tuesdays at the orphanage.
On Wednesdays, I eat at the downtown Sushi Place. I love their fish.
On Thursdays, I eat wherever I please.
On Fridays, I eat at Sally's house because she serves chicken.
I have such a busy schedule.
I do not have time for emotional attachments.
I have a voicemail, but I never return calls.
It is not the humans, dogs, fish, birds, hamsters, and anyone's fault but my own.
I suppose you don't care about all that stuff.
I cannot say I blame you one bit.
Here is my voicemail if you want to hear it:
"Hello, this is Marmalade Tabby. Meow, meow, I do not care. I won't call you back, but if you leave me some fish, I might change my mind."
The story continues in Chapter 2 Butch Bull Dog
bye-bye, little owlets!
Summer out!
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