A Felines Fantasies

Tuna

My name is Callie.
I'm one and a half years old.
I'm the most ginger cat I know.
And I hate...
Tuna

Yes, you heard me right. I just hate it. I used to like it once apon a time, when I was a young kitten who's was so naive, that would even drink the brine, but then again I also used to eat my own vomit. Then the furless live-in servants that call themselves "humans" started adding this unfamiliar substance into my tuna. I over heard them calling it "cat nip". This "cat nip" stuff of theirs made me feel relaxed, so relaxed and calm, that I became loopy. I began walking like the furless when they come back to my house late at night. I hated the feeling of not having any control. This traumatic experience made me stop eating it altogether.

For a while I was just eating those weird meat flavoured pebbles that the furless fed me. They once forgot to feed me, so I wondered into the garden to search for something to eat. I came across some non flavoured pebbles. It was not fun.

While basically dying as the non flavoured pebbles blocked my wind pipe, I heard a highly annoying, high pitched voice ask me,
"Are you choking...on a stone?"
No, Of course not. I'm having a great time, as you can see. Dimwit.
"Roll onto your back" he squealed, "I have an idea"
It was either this or nothing, what have I got to lose?
Apparently I had my dignity to lose. After I rolled onto my back, hen began to jump...on my stomach. I was going to kill him if he lets me die...wait, never mind.
It worked! The little plain pebble went flying across the garden, in landed somewhere in the bushes. I then got up and dusted myself off. I looked up to thank the mysterious hero, who had saved one of the most important lives, a well deserved thanks. But there was just a pigeon standing there, he was staring at me.