As I sit here I ponder many things, where does the human slave go everyday? He wakes at hunting time- at first I thought to join the hunt finally; but no, he goes into the rain chamber… the shower I believe the humans call it. Get this instead of hunting he opens the winter box.. fridge I think it’s called, and he doesn’t even have to hunt!
Once he has does his early morning chores, he grabs his keys and leaves. But where does he go? He is my human slave, no one else’s, so where on earth does he go? angrily I sit and wait, staring out the window all day, waiting for his return. After what feels like an eternity, he arrives at almost dark.
I yell at him in my native language, ” where have you been all day slave! I’ve been worried sick, my food dish is empty, I’m cold, and I need snuggles now!” Of course he does not speak my native tongue so to him it sounds like “MOOOOOWOWW MEEEEEOOOOWOW MEEEEEEOOOOWWW!”
All he does is laugh; don’t you know this is serious?!
He better not be someone else’s slave during the day or I will be puurrfectly livid; he looks sleepy, and hungry. So I allow him to feed me, then he may make his own dinner and have some time to himself.
Later in the night and he has gone to bed with the other human slave, they watch some television and of course this is my time now. I spring onto the bed, alright humans pet and pamper me now; they oblige as this is our before sleep ritual. Petting me until we all fall asleep, and do the day over again the next day.
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