It's the third week since I've been brought here, in this glass cage. It's such a small space, I can't even stretch! Why am I in this tiny room and not in the wild, with unlimited space? Oh well, at least I get water and food here, I shouldn't be complaining.
And despite the fact that it's a little space in here, I share it with another cat, called Meghan by the owners of the pet shop...that is really fat and sits right in the middle of the floor. Great.
I try to push her with my paw, but she meows at me. And it's not that likeable, delicate meow, it's more like a leave me alone or I'll tear your face apart kind of meow. So I try to jump on top of her, you know, to use her like a pillow, but she gets up and I fall, the she drops on the floor like someone made her K.O. Apparently Miss Fat-Princess doesn't want to be disturbed.
I want to start a fight with her, but I get distracted by the voices I hear nearby the cage.
"How much does it cost?" a tall man asks.
"Well, a siberian cat is pretty rare, so I would say 1600 pounds."replies the shop keeper. "Are you sure you don't want the persain cat, the one next to the siberian? It's cheaper."
"No, no." protests a young lady. "We are taking the siberian."
Ha, I told you, Meghan. Nobody likes fat cats! I thought to myself.
I wish I could tell her that, but I can't, because I was already put in cat bag. This space is even smaller.
Half an hour later, the lady openes the bag to free me. I don't know what to do so I sit there motionless in the attack position, in case someone wants to hurt me.
"Don't worry, we are not going to do anything to you." the lady whispers to me. "I'm Helena and this is my husband, Jim..." she pointed to the tall man.
Then, two smaller humans approach the bag screaming of excitement.
"...and these two are Whitney and Sylvia." continued Helena.
I still am scared. They don't look like harmful people, so easly, I get out of the bag. Sylvia wants to grab me. I step back and lean my head towards right.
"It's OK. I just want to snuggle with you."
Snuggle? What's that?
While I am processing the word "snuggle" Sylvia raises me from the ground and I feel like flying, but it's uncomfortable, so I struggle, showing her that I want back down.
"How shall we name her?" Jim asks.
Hello, I'm still uncomfortable.
"Well we should call her after the colours of her fur: black, white and grey." sais Whitney.
"How about we call her after her green eyes?" adds Sylvia.
"How about we just call her Kitty?" Helena interrupts.
"It's perfect!" Jim exclaims. "Kitty, we are going to love you forever."
Hearing these words ensures me that I found the perfect family..
