Always look behind you to make sure you are not being followed. Never trust a human, my mum said, they might want to take you to the vet. Humans always want to take us to the vet she said. She also said do not trust anything, which was typical mum. She was always exaggerating. How comes I have so many half brothers and half sisters that I eventually lost count. I think she trusted to many. They all left her to rear the kids on her own. Eventually she had enough, I heard, and one night she disappeared forever. She had finally had enough.
I am now the final feline of my pack. Nera left some time ago, and floated up to the enternal corn chambers. Fluffy joined her some time later and now there is only I, me and myself to keep everything under control: so always look behind you. I don’t trust that feline next door. I am sure he wants to take over my territory, I have even seen him eating from my food bowl. Ok, no big problem, he is so stupid he eats my hard vitamin pellets which I do not like, but are apparently good for me. Mrs. Human was so pleased that my bowl was half empty (although from my point of view it was half full) that she gave me an extra portion of tuna fish to compensate. I suppose I should be thankful for Roschti, the feline next door.
I always try to keep ahead of the others. Roschti and I always make a scratch in the tree for each hairball we produced, and my scratches are now double as many as he makes. I am sure to win the prize for hairball production in the grand finals of the competition. And now I must catch up on my sleep as I have a work to do. I must follow the others to make sure they are not following me – get me. I am always the first.