A CAT’S POINT OF VIEW

 

Stop, Help, Police! Somebody help me please. And then just as sudden as he appeared, he was gone. I
feel like I’ve been violated. I mean, how would you feel if a strange man walked into your room and
started rubbing his hand up and down your leg. That’s why I never come when a stranger calls here kitty
kitty. In fact, most cats don’t. Would you want to have a stranger rubbing his hand up on you? I also
haven’t figured out why my parents don’t understand me when I talk. And why they will walk out of the
room when I am in the middle of telling them something real important like please change my litter box
so I can use it again. I know I have been to this family. I belong to this family because they are all I can
remember. My first three years of life I thought the word cat meant bad child. I didn’t know that I was
different than my parents that adopted me. When I would try to help myself to food off the counters
like they did I would get slapped and thrown on the floor, then I would hear those words you’re a cat
and you don’t get into our food. You see why I thought the word cat meant bad child. Lucky for me I
figured out just who and what I was before I ran away from what I thought was abuse. Other Cats not so
fortunate start out as babies in people’s homes. It takes kittens about two years of life to figure out they
are not the son or daughter of the people who adopted them. Some kittens do not figure this out for a
long while. Just like the teenage boys and girls who run away from home because they have problems
with their parents. When children run away from home, they are fortunate enough to be picked up by
the authorities they are brought back to home. However, when kittens who think they are bad children
are picked up by the authorities they are brought to a maximum-security pound. The penalty for staying
more than two weeks is death. Fortunately for two- to three-year-old cats it only takes about a week or
two to figure out. After they have slept and ate with other cats for a week, they often figure out that
they are not a bad child but just another cat. Smart cats become very humble at this point. They purr for
on looking people and rub their bodies back and forth across the bars letting people touch and pet all in
the act of getting adopted. That’s why we call it a second chance. Please give a bad cat a second chance.
Adopt a cat from your local pound (maximum security prison). All God’s creatures deserve a second
chance.

 

Copyrights by Kirk Graves