So, as you guys really seemed to enjoy "James, Cat" I thought I'd do a little story just about his daily life and how he isn't very happy with it. I got the idea from Tess, as she said that her English class read "Animal Farm" and had done a paper describing a day from an unhappy animal's point of view. I hope you guys like it! (I had to adapt Tess's version a little bit, seeing as she did it in modern-day and James is around when the Constitution was signed.) ~Scar & Tess
Today was horrid. The hairless stinky people that inhabit most of my domain gave me scraps off the table, as usual (not enough to sustain me, mind you) and told me to "go catch some mice, you worthless feline" as if catching mice is that easy. They left me a dish of dirty well water, though, which is more than they usually do.
I went outside, but they forced me to come back inside after I aggravated the next door neighbor's dog. They all left, all the men that were here awhile back have left, thank goodness and the only one who is left in the house is the young lady who just sits and does her needlework all day. The only one who comes to see what she is doing during the day is a man she calls George. He calls her Betsy, and always asks if what she's making is finished. It is a massive red white and blue tapestry and it looks to be excellent material. Oh, how I would love to sink my claws into that! She won't let me, though. So I spend my days clawing the wooden furniture in the kitchen. Splinters are my worst enemy to this day. Alas, the rest of Betsy's family will be home soon, and the children will pull my tail and torture me to no end. Time to find an adequate hiding spot.
Signed,
James, Cat
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Short Stories
RandomSome short stories that myself and a friend HaliMiller, who has since deleted her account :( wrote and published in this little book. It is mostly content from story-based papers we've written at school, but also stories that we wrote just for the h...
