A Lonely Cat
The picture at left shows my good old friend Sam. We used to run around the yard together, climb trees, and pounce on each other from behind corners. He would even share his mouse-catch with me (only after he'd gotten bored of tossing it in the air himself, of course).
He was the only household cat that was nice to me when I first moved in. But then everything changed. Read on to find out more...
The Sad Story of Friendly Chester T. Brown
I used to have a lot of friends in the place where I grew up (see About Me for the story), including Sam. But then one day my people disappeared for a while, only to reappear a week later, stuff me in a box, and let me out again in a strange blue room. Among the first things I learned about my new place: no other cats live inside here, and there's no way to get back outside, where the other cats do live. I'll sit in the window and tell my sad story to them, but they like to point out that at least I'm warm, dry, and well-fed.
My people keep telling me that I "need to get a kitten," but I'm a little confused about that. First of all, I'm a neutered male. And I'm trapped in this house anyway. How on earth am I supposed to get a kitten? Is one supposed to materialize out of nowhere? Leave it to them. As usual, they probably have plans for me that I won't like.
The Tale of the Gray Princess
One of the cats that used to come around was incredibly friendly to me -- or seemed incredibly friendly. She was a gray cat with long fur, and promised over and over again that she'd be a great friend. But the second my people let her inside she was a totally different cat. If she wasn't ignoring me, she was chasing me away from my own people! She acted like this was her house! Sheesh. I didn't know what to do, so I kept trying to play with her, being the friendly cat that I am. Anyway, she's gone now, and good riddance. Hope she doesn't come back.