"Come on, human, leave me be! If you want to pat me or kiss me, by all means, but do it around 4:30-5:00 AM. But you know I'm like clockwork with my routine! I need to be out of the house no later than 5 AM."
Yeah, if only she could understand my growl, or occasional hissing (but I think she gets what it means when I hiss at her). Okay, I'm not that all bad. I do feel sorry sometimes when I hiss at her, so I would lay next to her especially when I see her using my fleece blanket. You see, I even let her do that.
This morning, my other human, John, caught me playing with my prized catch. A mouse!!! He had to call Elizabeth. Why? So she could distract me? Can't they just wait for me to leave the mouse on the front porch when I've had enough playing with it (uhm, because it's dead, what's its use to me anymore?) So yeah, my adoring human, Elizabeth, grabbed her phone and took a photo of me trying to catch the mouse. I guess she was fascinated. Maybe, that's why she thinks I'm special. I get rid of the mice for them. Sometimes I feel like they like me around because of that. Although, I do like the thrill of "catch and chase."
Oh, here's the proof, by the way. Don't say I'm making up stories.
And because she distracted me, I didn't even realise that the mouse got away from me.
I was looking everywhere and I couldn't find it. All that effort would be gone to waste, that's what I initially thought. But luckily for me, that poor mouse was almost in its last breath. It might have had run away but it didn't manage to go too far. I found it but the gate was closed and I didn't feel like jumping over the fence or the gate. Thank heavens for my John! He opened the side gate for me so I could chase the mouse again.
I was already thinking of a lot of ways to get back at Elizabeth for almost ruining my morning. I know that she feels jealous every time I snuggle up against John.
Well, he's my favourite human. She can't blame me, though, since John is the one that feeds me every morning and every night ON TIME! With her, I have to wait until she gets up from bed before I could eat anything. It's not like I can open the fridge and get my wet food. I have sharp claws, all right! But I'm not that strong to open the fridge by myself. And besides, that's what they are there for. They should always be at my disposal.
I think I know how else I could get back at her. I remember, she got this experiment going on in her study room. She stuck some toothpicks in a coconut looking thing. (Don't ask me how I know "coconut" but not that thing that's floating in the water). I wonder how long that has to stay there before she plants it on the ground. I'm sure that's what she's going to do. Well, I was thinking of knocking it down from the windowsill. That would ruin her day! She almost ruined mine but I can't let her get away with it.
I know that's very important to her. I see her sometimes working on her computer and I am pretty sure this #grovid20 image has something to do with what she posts on the internet when she writes about plants and her newly-found hobby --- gardening. She's weird. I think she's the one who's special, if you know what I mean.
Oh, well. Maybe I'd rather not upset her. I do love her. She always sneakily gives me some of her food. My favourite is steak. Yum!!! So whenever I feel like doing it, I also give her my tender affection and attention. Again, on my own terms.
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