They came and got me. I’m locked up in this little bit of space they gave me. I’m walking around bored, with nowhere to go. There’s nothing to see. A lot of two-legged figures walking, staring, and taking pictures of me. I don’t know why. Is it that I am goodlooking? Am I that interesting to see? I’m just me. A cat trying to live in a space I know nothing about.
I would like to get out of this place, but I only see steel wiring. I want to go back home to the sunshine, tall trees, and plenty of meat to eat. You know, I used to stroll through a jungle and swim in nice waters. But I had to watch out for snappers. They will nab you and take you under, and you’ll never be seen again.
I was top-notch up there. I had not a worry in my mind while eating in the trees. I liked to sleep in the light of day, hanging off tree trunks and limbs. I stored my food under the tree leaves so no one could sneak and get it without me knowing. The snappers also liked coming up on land to lie and bask in the sun, then coming to snatch my food, eating my catch.
Now, it’s feeding time. I see a sliding door, and someone tosses out some parts of unknown meat I’ve never tasted before. But it’s good.
