Today. Yes, today was the worst day ever. Before getting trapped into total darkness, I was napping by my little sister like I normally would do every evening. I'm not trying to brag or anything, but we were ragdolls, I still am today, and I must say, ragdolls are the most prettiest cats there are out there in this humongous world.
Anyways, as I was saying, while I was napping I could hear hoomans talking in their weird language from another room. I lazily turn my head to my sister. She can hear them too. She slowly gets up and runs away from me. She was always afraid of hoomans, but only because of the scary stories my younger brothers would tell her about them. Of course, I didn't believe such things.
Just then, three hoomans enter the room where I was laying in, one which was my owner, and two other foreign ones which i've never seen nor smelt before. They spoke in their strange language and walked towards my sister. Without warning they picked her up, and held her in their arms. She was so frighten that she dug her nails into the one hooman that picked her up first.
When the other hooman held her, she mewed and mewed.
"Oh help me big sister! Help me!"
I sat by feeling helpless. There was nothing I could do. One small little kitten against two giant hoomans. There was no way I would be able to win. The only thing I could do, was to stay calm and not worry. I knew they wouldn't hurt her. Our current owner didn't.
The hooman put her down. When she ran away the hooman then came for me! Out stretched her big hands, I felt afraid, but I didn't run. I just calmly allowed the hooman to hold me. Somebody around here had to be the brave one.
The hooman never did put me down, and I never did squirm. The hooman talked to my owner in their strange language again, and then passed her green paper, which one of my younger brother's told me about
He said, "Whenever a hooman is passing money to another, that means they are buying something."
I'm getting bought. I told myself trying not to panic. What do I do?
