Good evening, my name is Mr. Whiskers. Now I know what you're thinking. Mr. Whiskers doesn't sound like a suitable title for a human, well that's because i'm not a human. I am indeed, like the title of this novel suggests, a cat. I live with my human peasants and that 'thing' they call a dog. What you are reading is my diary, showing all of the horrors I have had to endure on this earth as the dominant species.
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I was being given away to alpha's of another pack i look up to see who i was being given to.
As soon as i look up at them ,they growl and grab me 'MATES' my wolf yells at me
'Oh.... WAIT DID YOU JUST SAY MATES'