The tightly-packed cage swung up, down, left and right, with busy chattering and large people passing by. Five cats– some young in age– had eyes squeezed together and ears hidden in their fur. A gate swung open, leading into an even more crowded area, with the mixed smell of raw and fresh meat. Not some chicken, cow, or lamb meat, but rather cat meat.
Stauby
I was stuck with these other bigger and fatter cats. I don’t think that is considered rude; it is the truth. Their long explosion-looking fur tickled my delicate curly-wurley fur and ruined it with all the dust! Don’t their owners ever bathe them? Finally, this rude woman put me down. BUT I AM STILL STUCK IN THIS STUPID, HIDEOUS, DIRTY CAGE!!
Sigh. I guess it’s time to be serious now. In the distance, through a small grid of the cage, I could see…a big cleaver. There were many of them, actually. Each one was pounding on these pink-looking cats! What kind of cat would be pink? Wait…cats?!
Oh, we’re doomed. I am the type of cat to start whatever stupid argument I could think of– especially if I encounter that big buff-looking man. He was butchering what I realized was a shaved, dead cat. Yuck! Oh, I can’t say that. I would also be like them soon.
The same utterly RUDE woman came to us again. I was about to start an argument on how she had leaves stuck to her disgusting hair, but she probably read my mind and took me out!
I thought the woman was going to put me down. She had an injector in her hand. Instead of being a scaredy-cat, I was full on mad! I hissed and growled, and she made a disgusting face! My breath wasn’t smelly at all. It was the scent of Premium Gold Meow Mix and Legendary Steak! I bit the woman’s arm so hard that my teeth ached after. She got a big mark but didn’t let me go. Instead, she swung me around to make me dizzy. What a stupid woman! But the next thing I knew, a thick stinging needle entered me.
Stauby
I was stuck with these other bigger and fatter cats. I don’t think that is considered rude; it is the truth. Their long explosion-looking fur tickled my delicate curly-wurley fur and ruined it with all the dust! Don’t their owners ever bathe them? Finally, this rude woman put me down. BUT I AM STILL STUCK IN THIS STUPID, HIDEOUS, DIRTY CAGE!!
Sigh. I guess it’s time to be serious now. In the distance, through a small grid of the cage, I could see…a big cleaver. There were many of them, actually. Each one was pounding on these pink-looking cats! What kind of cat would be pink? Wait…cats?!
Oh, we’re doomed. I am the type of cat to start whatever stupid argument I could think of– especially if I encounter that big buff-looking man. He was butchering what I realized was a shaved, dead cat. Yuck! Oh, I can’t say that. I would also be like them soon.
The same utterly RUDE woman came to us again. I was about to start an argument on how she had leaves stuck to her disgusting hair, but she probably read my mind and took me out!
I thought the woman was going to put me down. She had an injector in her hand. Instead of being a scaredy-cat, I was full on mad! I hissed and growled, and she made a disgusting face! My breath wasn’t smelly at all. It was the scent of Premium Gold Meow Mix and Legendary Steak! I bit the woman’s arm so hard that my teeth ached after. She got a big mark but didn’t let me go. Instead, she swung me around to make me dizzy. What a stupid woman! But the next thing I knew, a thick stinging needle entered me.