Short Story / The Kitty Diaries (Analysis)

The forest was oddly silent that day. There was not a chirp from a flying bird nor a slither in the underbrush. The sun peered down from above the trees and casted a ray of sunlight onto a small almost invisible mouse. He was completly unaware of my presence. My kind are known for their stealth and hunting skills but I have to say that mine were out of the ordinary. I was the kind of cat that could catch the biggest and baddest animals around. I was a wild cat and proud to only depend on myself alone.

While minding my own business scavenging for my next meal and I heard a sudden footstep nearby. The sun was casting flames upon my orange and white coat like I was to be heated for a next meal. I stopped quickly and looked around at my surroundings, but I saw nothing. And there, underneath the leaves and grass, scurried a the mouse...AKA...MY NEXT MEAL. So without second though I sprung into action, but then as I was flying through the air, I was swooped up in some string contraption! It turned and twisted me into a ball of frightened confusion and I tried with all determination to escape from this deathly apponent, but I had no luck. I stopped and hissed violently assuring them if I was ever to escape from this device, I would kill them.

They stared at me with these awful, devilish grins. I was sure that they were going to harm me. There were two of them. One was older, had a shorter coat than other, although neither of them hardly had hair on their body at all. It was disgusting. By my calculations, one was female -- the yougest -- and the older was a male. I knew that they had come to capture the feline race and destoy us all.

I dangled in the string fabric for what seemed like a lifetime, but I never surrendered! The entire time I kept trying to swing myself onto the older male and cling my claws into his skin so he would be pierced with intense pain and release me so that I could run free from these strings that were carring me to my death. It was not as big as I first thought, so my plan went unsucceeded.

The two putrid beings brought me to a cool enclosed area that was colorful and bright, but evil none the less. A taller, darker haired, older being came out with a steel bared cage in his hand. I knew I was in trouble. They grasped me by my neck when I wasn't paying close attention and threw me into the cage and quckly locked the door. I ran all over it trying to find a way to escape, but I was trapped in the steel bars.

They stared at me costantly and called me FLUFFY. I had to come up with a plan to escape from the depths of their trap. I noticed a bird in the corner of the room in a wired cage also. I tried to call out to him but he never responded. The beings kept feeding him bread and seed and made him speek in their language. They had him under a spell of their unprurity. What a stupid bird!

By that time, I was starving. And luckly they brought me food. I did not eat at first. I knew that is how they tricked the dumb bird. I did not want to give in to their human ways. But as time went on, my stomach became emptier, so going against my better judgement, I ate. Nothing happened that I could recall, surprisingly.

Throughout the rest of the evening I looked around the enclosure to see if I could spot anymore felines, but I couldn't. I was the first one to be captured. Which meant they were going to test all of their evil terroristic things out on me. I was smarter than them though, I knew better than to fall for their plan.

But I had to get the word out and warn my other feline cousins.This meant I had to accumulate a plan. And I came to the conclusion that I had to set aside my feelings and become "FRIENDS" with the bird. I realized they were never going to release me until I calmed myself down and try to act civilized. So that I did, as much as I despised it.

The young male flung open the cage doors and I ran for freedom. I already accepted that I was trapped until someone walked outside and left the door open for my escape. So after everyone stopped trying to rub their hands all over my coat I went to talk business with the bird brain. The beings were really begining to make me uneasy due to the fact that now I had to clean my coat sooner than my usual time. Their greasy paws feeling all over my back was just disgusting. They must be trying to plot something on me.

I crawled up to the birds caging area and all he did was look at me. No hello, how are you, no warning, no nothing. I hate birds. They are only good for snacking on. But as I discussed my plan with the creature all he said was "Polly want a cracker!" and "Hello!" He frustrated me to no end! I finally gave up on my attempt after yelling at the stupid damn bird and threatening his featherbrained life.

What was further disturbing is where these people put their droppings! Us felines are considerate enough to put it someplace and cover it up that way no one ever knew we were there. But these beings will spend an hour on a seat that sucks it down a drain while holding reading material. I do not know how much longer I can take this.

3 months later...

I've grown accustomed to this way of life. My favorite of the beings is Melinda, the youngest. She sneeks me food under the dining table when she knows for certian that her father disapproves of it. She also began letting me sleep with her in her bed for more comfort to me. I rather enjoy her company. While the other humans may be out to get me, maybe I can talk her into setting me and my cousins free. I feel idiotic for being the only one captured so far. Hopefully it will stay like that and no more of my other brothers and sisters will be taken in as I have.

I keep hearing her mother talking about taking me to a veternarian for some shots....whatever those may be. I am begining to think these people may have my needs in their best interest. I even have my own small house that I can file my claws on but there is this little green ball that swings back and forth on the top of it that drives me mad. I want to just rip it off and stop it from moving everytime I look at it. I try to ignore it but it goes back and forth...back and forth...taunting me....with all good must come evil.

3 days later...

Melinda took me to school today for some thing called "Show and Tell." All the small humans kept touching me and passing me around to one another. She introduced me as her pet. I have heard about felines with human families but I never imagined I would end up as one of them...Maybe I am luckier than I thought.

I hate when Melinda has to go to school. She is gone all day and then when she arrives home she goes outside with her brother Adam and plays at the neighbors. All I ahve to do is lounge around and wait for her to come back to me. But then when she does it is washing time for her and after that she is off to bed. Of course I sleep along side her but I wait all day for absolutly nothing. This pet thing is not always as good as other animals make it out to be. I am even getting a gut now and I wobble instead of run. But then again when I am lieing there at the side of Melinda I realize how happy I am that I no longer have to scavenge in the woods and have to be all alone. I have my own human now.

1 week later...

This office smells like a dog threw up in it. It makes me uneasy and I claw to Melinda for dear life. I have no idea what they are going to do to me but she keeps asuring me that the shots will be over soon and I will be going back home. My vision has become blurry lately and my joints are always very sore. I am hoping these shots will help with my condition. They say shots are a routine now since I am a "pet." The docter is very gentle with me and rubs my ear just the way I like. But he made me undergo a number of tests. I thought all I had to have was shots...

He tells Melinda and her mother I have something called Lukemia...he refered to it as the Kitty Lukemia. I do not recall ever hearing about this in the wild. He told Melinda's mother about the cost of my treatments and she said she did not have enough money to help me. The docter gave her some options but ultimatly they have decided to "put me down." I am guessing this means they are finally releasing me back into the wild because my routine shots are out of their financial income. I will find my way back to Melinda though. Now instead of having me as an inside pet, I will visit her from the wild. After I am released I will write more. But for now all I can think about is being seperated from my human, Melinda.

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