Cat Stories

Actuality

Lucy is not my cat.

She is a family cat.

But not my cat.

Sailor Pluto is my cat.

She is just mine.

Nobody else's.

Lucy, from the begining, likes me (or so I assume) more than the others, she, like Pluto, sleeps in my room at night.

But not Elijah's or Vanessa's.

Nor grandma's.

Just mine.

So I call her my cat, because I take care of her, I pkay with her, and she sleeps in my room.

My family does not care for her that much, my grandma likes her,

my siblings only use her to show off

I have banned them from touching my cat, she does not like to be picked up yet they do it continuously, so I forbid them from touching her.

They use Lucy instead, I try to stop them.

My brother, any other time, activley puts Lucy in my room, but when his friends are over or he wants to pull a power card he will go "Give me my cat, she's mine, not your's. Give me my Lucy."

Lucy is not my actual cat.

But I treat her as such.