A Day in the Life of a Domestic Pet.
Hi. I'm Julian. I am a domestic cat. My life isn't too full of surprises, which is exactly why I like it. I run into no danger, I'm not threatened by stray dogs. I am quite lazy, but I don't find myself fat. A lot of people call me ugly and chubby (I don't get it!). Humph. The nerve!
Even though I am lazy, I like to do many things. I like to scratch the curtains, to be cradled in my owner's arms and, more importantly, to bathe and bask in the Sun's welcoming rays. I'm afraid I can't run around like I used to. Age has gotten the better of me, but don't let that fool you, you should see how quick I am when my owner's brother cooks fish!
My owner is a five-year-old boy named Andrea. He has a big brown afro. He's very loving and he appreciates my company. He realizes the honour of being in my presence. On his birthday, we went to a Japanese restaurant, were I ate the most delicious food! Did I mention that I hate cat food? Well, I do. It's tasteless and it's smelly.
I seem strange to many people. Not many like me as I tend to scratch their eyes out. But there's a good reason why. Back in my youth, when I was still a kitten, I was abandoned, along with my best friend, Lila. We grew up together, we fended for ourselves and we laughed and played to out hearts' content. But, one day whilst playing in the nearby field, she was captured by a human. The memory of her haunts me. This is why I'm so aggressive around strangers. Andrea keeps taking me out, hoping I make friends. But he doesn't understand, perhaps because all he hears is 'miao'. Him and his brother, Mick, are the only ones safe from my lethal claws.
I'm so glad Mick found me. I will never forget he kindness he showed to a homeless, lonely cat. He took me in and from then onwards, I always have a full belly, a warm bed to sleep in and a roof over my head. "Ah, yes, Andrea continue scratching my ear!". Life is good when you're you're a domestic cat.
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