July 6, 2020
Something really frosted my flakes last night. I was hotter than a chili pepper. The hoomans decided to not let me out in the sunroom because it was too hot!
I am a descendant of ferocious, yet magnificently cute, desert cats who roamed the deserts of the Middle East. We bathed in the sunlight and heat, hunted for small mammals, and were not limited to small, enclosed places in the family home. We were not bound to our owners, but to our whims and instincts only.
Now look what we have become. Sad, pampered creatures whose only pleasures in life are naps, treats, and looking through cage-like screen doors at the world around us. This is a disgusting waste of our innate tracking and hunting abilities. We are stifled shells of what we once were.
I needed to stand in front of a window, looking like a pathetic dog, wagging my tail, in order to see a small glimpse of my sunroom haven. The place of pure joy and happiness that has been torn from the clutches of my paws. The warmth of the concrete floor on my sleek, muscular stomach, the melodic, running of the fountain lost and gone. Just a sweet fantasy, that shall be mine, one way or another...
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