Mouse
I pushed open the door with my muzzle, my tail tip flicking instinctively. I looked up at the desk a glass tank sitting right in the middle of it. Licking my lips slowly, I crouched down and jumped. Flinching as I knocked something over, I looked at the human’s resting area. The soft covers slowly rise up and down. Humans are strange, they wrap themselves in cloth as they lay. Sighing in relief I sat down staring deeply at the mouse running on the wheel. My fur rose as the mouse lets out a squeak of terror as it is flung off of its wheel from going too fast. I tried to not let out a meow of laughter. I have tried communicating but none of the creatures living with me answer. I jump off of the desk bumping into the door and closing it by accident.
I found a half-empty bowl of chips and helped myself to as many as I could fit in my oversized stomach. My humans are WAY too obsessed with my belly than they should be! They will continuously rub it and pat it and scratch it until I will have to draw the line. I bite and I bring out my claws and try to hit them with my back paws. But nothing works they are just too strong. When I was a young cat they took me to this horrid place. They stabbed me and when I woke up I had no claws in my front paws! The worst feeling is having to get used to no front claws and no self-defense. There is no way of keeping humans away when I'm in a bad mood. I swear one day I will become a big softy just like all the other cats. I have grown weak. I'm powerless now. I’m just one lonely underestimated cat.
