A friend of mine, while taking classes at the university for journalism/writing, was required to write a profile of herself as seen through the eyes of her pet.
This sounded like a deliciously interesting writing assignment and I wanted to attempt it myself. The following is an attempt to describe myself from the view point of my cat, Mr. Kitty.
I bounded up the stairs to see what the humans were doing up there today.
The humans keep strange hours, awake and wandering through the house while I'm trying to sleep on one of my many beds. And when I am feeling active, they wish to sleep.
The gate was closed again so I sat on the top step and stared through the bars.
The smaller, red haired one was making that noise again. The one that sounds like desperate meowing.
I believe he wishes for food.
He was in strange disguise again. This time he wore a green covering over his body and his head as well. Only a small amount of red fur could be seen peeking out from under the covering on his head.
The female, the one the other's call mommy, is carrying the smallest one on her hip.
She carries the small one a lot, even though he can now walk on his own.
Humans tend to over-care for their young.
The large female does not see me staring at first. Her back is turned and she is busy preparing something for the littlest one to suckle.
The female turns around and sees me, we make eye contact.
"What do you want, stupid?" She mutters to me.
She does not seem to think I understand that she is insulting my intellegence.
I meow an insult back to her and she doesn't seem to understand that either, because she opens the gate and lets me through to the upstairs portion of the house.
I like it up here, its much warmer than the downstairs.
I follow the female human to the large bed where she lays down with the small one. He is now suckling on the container that has a sort of teet attached to its top.I jump up to snuggle in close to her, but she pushes me, and I tumble to the floor despite my attempt to claw in to the soft cushion.
She makes no sense, this female, petting me and giving me food one moment then pushing me off the bed the next. I would throw her out of my house all together if she weren't the only one to clean out my litter box.
Later, I think I shall hide around the corner of the downstairs, wait until I hear her coming, then jump out at her suddenly, and give her my nastiest yowl.
She will probably jump back and yelp like she has done in the past.
This will be my revenge.
For now, I think I'll wander to my favorite spot in the hallway and stretch out on the floor. This way, the female will have to step around me to pass to the other parts of the house and she will then know that I am dominant in this territory.
Ahh, yes she comes. She bows down closer to me and rubs my head.
It seems I have finally made her understand who is master here.
She is a good human. Not so bright, but she is good.
