MY GREAT EXISTENCE (on hold)

MY GREAT EXISTANCE

DEAR HUMANS,

I am your cat. (HA! I can just imagine your expression while you read this!) Anyway, I figured my great existence must be recorded by someone, so I took the liberty of writing it myself. I hope that you have not yet started a biography concerning my life and its importance. However, if you have, feel free to place it in the appropriate bin and take it outside tomorrow. The strange man and his metal contraption will pick it up soon and take it away. I doubt he will read it, or enjoy it. He seems to hate everything, especially his routine of collecting unwanted items and placing it in the metal beast.

Anyway, because I will be quite busy typing, which is extremely difficult due to my lack of opposable thumbs, I might seem to be doing nothing, which I assure you is nonsense. The shape of my paw seems to be unaccustomed and not made for the essential job of recording my past and present. Despite the obvious difficulty, sacrifices must be made, for as I have mentioned before and plan on repeating, my great existence must be recorded.

Because I am a logical, factual feline, I will start at the beginning. According to you humans, the beginning is a very good place to start.

I was born a while ago, back when the world started to turn. It was pretty good back then, when I was a kitten. I was wise for my age. I always have been. I understand the way the world works. There are species whose importance exceeds all the others. I just happen to be lucky enough to be a part of the most important species ever.

This species being the Felis catus.

Then a family adopted me, you guys, the humans. You have taken care of my needs, fed me and let me in your living space (it's now mine). I have lived with you guys in peace for quite a long time.

I fear this era of peace might be concluding soon.

You see, I went along with my great existence, contributing greatly to the ecosystem and my environment. However, about a year ago, everything changed.

The others.

That's what I call them.

They moved in to the living space across the street. A whole pack of them at different ages, infested the home. And then they came for me.

My first encounter was with the juvenile female of the pack. I was quite intrigued. She seemed like the type of human that would give away food and pet me.

I was right, other than the food part. She still hasn't given me food.

What good is a human if they don't give me food?

As you can see, my first encounter was fine. Not wonderful because it was lacking in the food department, but okay.

Then, I met the youngest of the pack. A small, blonde boy.

He walked up to me and started meowing.

I was utterly disgusted.

I was insulted.

He got down and all fours and meowed insistently. I arched my back as a warning. Go away, I warned. You are in my space, child. However, he continued to create a cacophony and I feared it would only grow.

Then, I did something heroic. I left.

Leaving is one of my skills. It solves all problems, especially human related ones. I have always been good at leaving, my whole species is excellent in the matter. It is why we are the best.

I have many skills. Unfortunately for you, dear humans, typing is not one of those skills so you will have to estimate my greatness with the logic your species prides itself for.

After my heroic choice, I sauntered across the road and into the yard of the woman that lives next to me. She was kind, so I thought she would be fine with my presence. I was right.

The boy, I knew, would not follow. Humans feared the road. Oh well, humans fear almost everything. Lying down, I considered what to do next. I figured napping would be acceptable, considering my heroic actions so, that is what I did.

Unfortunately my nap was as short as the blonde boy's attention span, for it was he that had caused the end to it.

That is where he got the name; The Ender.

I opened one eye, hopeful that the boy wouldn't spot me. He did. For a millisecond, I admired his courage. Then, I realized that my admiration was false and he was just disobedient.

He just did what he wanted, like me. I could respect his need for independence. 

I curled up into a tight sphere and attempted to continue my rest. Luckily, I think he got the idea and left. 

I shall continue these encounters in the latter chapters. 

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 I should be able to catch up on my other stories as well in the next couple weeks unless my teachers try to drown me in homework again. But, for now I have to study.

Thanks for reading!

-duke the uke