Sit

Sit.

I hear the command and I sit down immediately. Of course I don’t disobey, I never have, and I never will.

Roll over.

I tumble my body until I have reached tiredness.

Speak.

They have no idea of my tiredness. So I emit a weak bark from my mouth.

Purr, little kitty, purr.

That’s all they ever ask me to do. All day, every day. Purr this, purr that. Have they ever realized that maybe I DON’T want to purr? No, they just think I’m so adorable, so I just have to be a purring kitty. Would they think I was so adorable if I scratched holes in their closes and scarred their arms and legs?

No.

But I was raised better than that. I know not to do that. My mother taught me well.

Run this Run that.

That’s all she ever wants me to do. She treats me like a show animal, or a mechanic puppet that never gets tired. I do want to rest, you know. I get tired like every other human being. You wake me up to show your friends. I run in the little wheel, tiring out my small legs. Sure, it burns off all that food I eat, but can’t I ever have one small break? Just one? I only want one, is that really too much for me to ask for?

The girl laughs and claps her hands.

I made her happy. I made her happy. It was ME who did that. ME! I was tired, but I managed to please that girl. You know when you win a contest, how you feel that exciting pride in yourself? You know how that feels? Or maybe a meet, or tournament? It all feels the same. That exciting pride that you feel when you do those things?

That’s how this feels.

Good kitty!

The girls cradled me in her arms, calling me good over and over again. I continued to purr, knowing that it made her happy. I saw a blonde woman walk over. She smiled when she saw the little girl holding me. If I could have smiled, I know I would have smiled back at her.

“Is this the one you want, Jane?” her mother asked the little girl that was holding me.

“Yes!” Jane said with excitement. “I want Anna!”

Anna?

My name was Princess.

The little girl carried me over to the counter with her mother.

Good Anna.

Maybe Anna wasn’t such a bad name after all.

The girls picked me up out of my cage, and, each in turn, cradled me in their arms. They set me down on the floor. I first rolled around, trying to itch a spot on my back. I then stopped, and curled into a ball. All of the girls cooed and awed at me. Then my owner picked me up and carried me up stairs. We walked into a bedroom. I remembered this bedroom. I had lived her so long ago, before I had moved downstairs. The girl laid me on a soft fluffy rug. I ran around in circles before finally finding the spot where I used to lay. I slept on that rug for as long as I could remember.

When I woke up, they were gone.

 

Reviews

[EverEmma]

Different. It is from the animals point of view. I like it though, it's not what you'd expect it to be. But there are a few corrections in order.
1. you need quotation mark around what the humans say
2. It's a little bit confusing at first, perhaps a little description would be in order
( this is just a suggestion, do what you think is right)
Very cute though. :)

[Nicole]

Cute story Mia maybe a little more detail.

[EverEmma]

Oh and it's be really nice to know what happened to the last animal:)