Adventure is Out There!
Today the authorities decided to take me on a torture trip. Danger was lurking everywhere. My keen senses picked them up as soon as that damned harness touched my purrfectly groomed ebony coat.
They put me in the moving metal box which is technically a furnace. I wish I could sweat like my hoomans. My jaws wouldn’t be so tired from all the panting. The one with the longer hair held me a while. She is enjoying every minute of my misery. This is pretty much the only time I let her pet me as much as she wants. I have no say in the matter. It’s either let her put her filthy hands all over my perfect body or sway from side to side like a drunk duck.
We got to the place after what seemed like an eternity. I meowed as loud as I could trying to tell them I didn’t want to get out of the moving metal box. It is hot, but at least it keeps me from being eaten.
They disregarded my pleas and got me out and put me on a rocky road that smelled like dogs and cows and possibly bears. They didn’t let me turn back around despite my helpless cries. They kept repeating my name and practically forced me to climb an extremely high mountain. My satin smooth toe beans are not used to this type of nonsense, but the authorities didn’t seem to bother. I kept meowing but they didn’t seem to understand. I don’t know why, since I know I can imitate the stupid sounds they make perfectly. I did get them to understand that I want to be carried some of the way.
When we got to the top, I was almost breathless. I hate to admit it but I liked the air up there. I also liked looking down at all the stoopid hoomans from up high. Exactly where they belong, haha.
My hoomans gave me water and helped me stay in the shade. I have to say they do know how to act properly with a superior creature like me when they want to.
The way back was awesome. We were finally going back, the authorities were finally listening to what I was saying. I have never been so relieved to see the moving metal box in my life! I let the she-hooman hold me. Man, I wish the other one wouldn’t have to play with the stupid round thingy all the time! I like being petted by him so much more. But hey, the she-one isn’t so bad either… I think I can get to like them.
When we got home, they fed me as they should, and they put me in my fluffy-puffy bed, as they also should. I think I am starting to like them…
When I woke up I asked for some sweet petting which they willingly granted me. After that the she-one played with me until I was tired again. I kinda like my hooman authorities…
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