My name is Suki, my human is a writer, and this is about my world. The world according to Suki The Cat. My humans smell funny, look weird, and I can't understand a thing they say, but they feed me, so hey, what are you gonna do?
My name is Suki the Cat. I live with my sister Sasha and my annoying little brother Salem. I also live with my human, Polly and 6 other various humans. They look weird and smell funny and I can't understand a word they say, but they feed me. My human is a writer and is always telling me funny stories. She writes Middle-Grade fiction.
I jump onto the bed to take a little nap and I see my little brother Salem already sitting there looking annoyed. He glances at me and starts jabbering away like I invited him to or something. Sheesh.
“Shorthair thinks she’s so cool now that she’s working,” he rolls his eyes at me.
“What does she do?” I ask.
“She’s a therapy cat part-time now.” He glares over at me, “Big deal. I give our little humans therapy for free all the time.” His paw flails in the air and spit flies out at me when he says this.
He continues, “I listen. I never judge.” He places his paw on his chest, “When the little girl human wore plaid with stripes I didn’t mew a word, not a single word. And remember the perm of 2017? Did I hiss or scratch? No, I did not.”
“You’re a regular saint, you are,” I nod at him.
“Bet your tail I am.”
I decided it might be more peaceful in another room and start to leave. As I’m walking away I still hear rumblings.