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When we moved to a new house, I was not very happy. It's a very quiet one way street, with hardly any traffic, but everything
was different and scary. It smelled differently, allthough our things were still there, scattered around. I stayed inside
for 2 weeks, which drove me a bit nuts, because I have been used to going out since I was little.
Then my dad decided to let me out one day, while mum was still at work. Obviously I decided to run away. Mum thinks I
couldn't find my way back, but seriously, that is completely beneath me and I'm highly indignant that she would say such a
thing. Hmph. Mum came back from work, to find my sweating frantic dad, and grandmother. I decided early on that as a
revenge for moving me, I was absolutely NOT going to come back. Mum and dad went all over the neighbourhood calling me, looking
for me, more and more panicky.
Mum thought of a great idea. She put my Whiskas cat biscuits in a Tupperware box, and walked around the neighbourhood
calling me and shaking the box. Normally I can't resist this sound as, duh, I'm not an idiot - this might mean food! But nope,
I was still in revenge mode and nope, I was not coming. Mum and dad went out several times during the night, but I refused
to obey. Just before bedtime for humans, mum went out by herself. She was calling me and calling me, shaking the box. I thought
to myself, okay then, fine. So I came out of the hedge two houses down from our house, stretched and let myself be petted
and stroked. I slowly followed mum to this new house, and allowed my humans to make a big fuss. Hey, something good came out
of it - I got special treats and supernice food.
Mum and dad very nearly took me back to my grandmother's house, as I didn't eat or relax for a few weeks. They thought
I was depressed, and they were very sad. But then when I started getting used to all the smells and the neighbourhood, I thought
to myself - Hey, I might as well stick around. This place doesn't seem that bad after all. So I have been happy here since.
This house has a front yard I can guard, a big garden to patrol - with access to all the gardens in the neighbourhood. There's
mice to catch and to surprise mum with. The biggest plus is that I'm huge and fluffy, so it's easy for me to scare other cats
that try to come into my garden. When I buff up, and the fur on my neck and back stand up in a mohican; the cats around
here must think I'm a lion because they flee for their lives.
My house has lots of nice places to sleep, like on top of my dad's dresser, on the floor upstairs or downstairs, in the
guestroom, bathroom, in the bathtub, in the livingroom, on the tv upstairs, etc. The nicest place is on mum and dad's bed
though, on mum's side of the bed. And on the windowsill in their bedroom so
I can look out on the street. OR the
best place of all, in front of the fireplace when there's a fire on. This house is not bad at all.
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