Kittypet Lives

==Prissy==

I'm a spoiled, lazy kittypet. I have everything. I have a bed, food, water and warmth here in my twolegs nest. My twolegs truly love me. What more could a cat ask for? But sometimes I wonder...what would life be like in the forest? What is out there? What would I eat? What does it feel like? I sit on the windowsill, staring out, wondering and dreaming. The great outdoors have always amazed me, and always will. I'm reaching my elderly days, and life is becoming shorter by the day. More than anything though, I want to go out and spend a day outside, out there, eating mice and sleeping on the ground before my days are done. But I know that my twolegs would never allow it. Though one of them takes me out on a leash every once and a while, and lets me sniff and poke around, I've never truly experienced the wonder of the wild.

And never will.

==Sunshine==

I live with an old twoleg. And I'm old as well. We get along so well. He trusts me so much, he just lets me outside, to wander, and trusts I'll come back. I always do. We have a bond closer than you could ever imagine. No wild cat could ever understand that bond, between the cat and the twoleg. They will never understand why housecats choose to live with twolegs. They will never understand how much we really love our twolegs. And how much they love us. Once I met a wildcat. They asked why I wasn't wearing a collar. I told him my twoleg just let me out. He told me, “You're free! Make a run for it!” I shook my head. “I'd never leave my twoleg. I love him.” The wildcat stared at me in confusion. “I'll never understand the bond between kittypets and twolegs.” He sighed. He was right. He'd never understand.

==Kelly==

I never enjoyed living with the twolegs and their noisy machines. I'd rather just live outside in peace. They swipe the floor with strange monsters that suck up everything in their path, and sweep the grass with monsters that cut the grass with blades sharper than ever. I was allowed outside. But I never ran away. I realized how they really felt about me. They loved me. I may not have loved them back, but I didn't want to cause their suffering. So I stayed. But one day another cat appeared. The twolegs spent all their time with it. They stroked it, followed it, and played with it. It was just a dirty street cat. But they loved it so much. I could understand a few words they said, and by knowing that, I realized they liked that cat more than me. They would adopt it if I weren't here. And I got mad. I thought they had never truly loved me at that moment. So I objected. I disobeyed, I made dirt outside the gravel box, and growled at them. Then one day they took me away. I was stuck in a small cage, surrounded by other cats in cages. Then one day a lady came in and took me to her nest. I just hope now that my twolegs are happy with their dirty little street cat.

==Fredded Flower==

I was a street cat. I lived on trash and old food. I wandered around, taking my time, sniffing everything, not really knowing or caring where I was going. But then I was found and trapped by a twoleg. He brought me around in a small metal cage that bounced up and down. He brought me to some other twolegs. They let me out, and let me play. They admired me. They didn't know if I was a boy or girl. If I was a boy they were going to name me Fred. If I was a girl they were going to name me Flower. They didn't know, so they decided to call me Fredded Flower until they knew. But the name soon stuck, thus I was named Fredded Flower. They played with me, and spent every spare minute with me. I loved them. They were perfect. But one day they began to argue. And they howled at each other. For a while they were gone. That was when I was trapped by that awful twoleg who trapped me the first time. He took me to a farm, and I was now a farm cat. I enjoy living there now and am grateful for the food and shelter, but sometimes I just sit, and think about those twolegs, the twolegs that I truly loved, and I wonder if they miss me.