Expired . . .
Chapter One : My best friend is a robot[]
Some cats are a blockhead. Sorry for my language but some cats are just so bloody thick. Yes. They are. First they gush about how a "rarity" I am. For all those cats who want to be this leader of this ancient RiverClan or something, can you just think about how many times you will be in the center of attention? For those attention hoggers, please just go away. You want attention? Then you have no idea how it is like to be me. First, when I was walking down the pathway towards my home. It doesn't look like a home but it is. A small ditch in a middle of nowhere. Yep, I love there with my abusive father, my mother who always say how a rarity I am and my four younger kits. That is a family to me alright. That is all the family I have. No, I have one cousin but he is a deserter. I think our family is just wonderful for the annual Cra-zee Family Night. Yep. Then, there was these people who walked up o me and said "You are such a rarity!" Man... All those other cats are robots. My sisters are. They look perfectly like a cat but they act slightly different. They don't have real emotions. They cry, they sing, they laugh but that isn't real emotion. I am one of the only 5 or so cats who are real cats. A rarity. And they say that they hope for me to live a long life. They hope for my expiration date to be years away. The expiration date day is soon. Soon my life will be stripped. By one choice. Maybe my date will be next moon. One number can change my life. Numbers I mean. Back to the point. I was the cat with the attention, no offense. I hate the attention. |