Missing: Best Human
I haven't seen my favorite human in a long time, and I don't know where he went.
He was always the best to spend time with. It's like he understood me, even though I couldn't speak his language. That's not to say I didn't understand it; I learned quite a few of his words and their meaning, like "dinner", "treats", and my favorite, "food". I just couldn't seem to speak the language. I think that's what they mean when they say that the cat has your tongue. It's really hard to talk with the tongue of a cat, after all.
He always knew how to play best. I like to run, so he would always find new ways to make running a game. Sometimes he'd play hide and seek, where he'd run to one end of the house and wait for me to find him, pet me for a little while, then run somewhere else. Other times he would take my favorite toys and throw them as far as he could so I could try to run and catch them. I liked it most when he would do that. He also always made me feel good about myself. He'd remind me how handsome I am, or how smart I am, or how loved I am every day.
I met him for the first time at this prison I was in. All of my brothers and sisters were put in there with me, though I'm not sure what we did. I think it might have been for eating so many butterflies and bugs, but I didn't know I wasn't supposed to. The people who took us to the prison didn't seem to care no matter how much I yelled and told them I was sorry. I don't know how long we stayed in that strange cell. It felt like forever. One evening he came by the opening of the cell with a girl human and stared at me for a little while. They both pointed at me a lot, and I was worried I was in trouble for something else, but they just left. A few days later, though, they both came back and took me from the cell.
I was scared. I didn't want to leave my brothers and sisters behind, but my favorite human kept petting me and telling me everything was alright, and I believed him for some reason. Well, until we got to his loud mover. I've never gotten used to those. He gets in this loud mover a lot, and sometimes he'd put me in it, too. It's this strange box that makes the world go by really fast. It's a lot like running, but faster. It always makes me nervous.
Anyway, once we got through with the loud mover, he took me into his house at the time. It was the funnest place I'd ever been. There were wires to chew (that he hid), curtains to climb (that he raised), things to pounce on (that he'd move). No matter what he took away, though, he'd always find something even more fun to give me. He's always nice like that. Once I got tired on that first night, it seemed like he and the woman human were tired, too. We all laid on what I learned was a bed and (my personal favorite) some pillows together, while he lightly pet me to help me fall asleep. When it was just the two of us still awake, he whispered something to me. "I will always take care of you. I promise." I've trusted him ever since.
That's not to say times have always been easy. I got sick one time. It's embarrassing to admit, but I got something that made it really hard to use the litter box, and it hurt a lot. The human noticed after a little while, and got really worried. We had to get into the loud mover really late one night, and they took me to this place I really hate where they poke and prod like crazy. They did an extra amount of poking this night, and brought me back to the human and talked softly to him. I was doing ok up to this point, but then I saw him crying, which scared me. I jumped from the table the prodder put me on and curled up in his lap, hoping he'd just take me home. He didn't, though. We got in the loud mover and drove much longer to yet another poker and prodder place. Except this time he left me there. He never stopped crying and telling me he was sorry, but he left. I thought that was the end, and I cried too. There were lots of other cats and animals crying, in this poking place, and I just assumed I wasn't going to live much longer.
Eventually the pokers poked me with something that made me feel really good, and everything became a bit of a blur. I drifted around for what felt like an eternity, wondering what was going to happen to me. It must have been days. Then, one day, the pokers took me into a room, and there he was! I've never been so glad to see his furry face before then. I had to wear this hat for a long time after that, and the areas I use in the litter box hurt and itched for a while, but the human took me back home and stayed with me as much as possible. We watched tv, ate the best foods, napped, and had the best time, aside from all the weird juices they made me swallow for a while.
It wasn't long after this that the girl human that was always around and my favorite human started yelling at each other a lot. Sometimes she would yell things at him, and he would leave the room and cry. I didn't understand why, but I knew he needed help, so I always followed him and purred my loudest purr for him, to remind him that not everyone is mad at him. Other times he would yell and the girl human would cry. I was really torn when this would happen. I didn't want my favorite human to be angry, but I didn't want him to hurt anyone's feelings either. He would still usually cry after this happened. One day, he said something to the girl human that caused her to start screaming and breaking things for a little while. I decided it was best to hide under the bed for a little while. Not long after that the girl human left with a lot of my favorite boxes and never came back.
The human who loved me still came home every day, though. He fed me and the other cats I live with, and cried a lot. He slept a lot, too, which was weird. He usually didn't sleep much at all, but after the girl human left, he slept almost the entire time he was home. If he wasn't sleeping he was crying. I don't know why he hurt so much, but it hurt me too. I would usually climb up onto the couch where he'd sleep and stay near him. I didn't want him to be alone, at least.
One day a new girl human came to our house. I wasn't super enthused about this at first. The last time my human let one of those in, she hurt him a lot. I'm still not sure how, but I know she did. So when this new one came along, I had my doubts. She seemed to be nicer to him though. Every now and then they would talk really fast at each other, and I'd start eyeing my spot beneath the bed, but it usually didn't last long. The new woman seemed to really like me and the other cats I live with too. She played with us a lot (not as good as my human did, but she tried), pet us a lot, and even started giving us food sometimes. My human seemed to be doing a little better, too, depending on the day.
Then, one day, my human came home, put down his things, and grabbed a bottle of his treats. At least I think they were treats. They always sound like treats when he'd shake them. Usually he'd eat a few when he had headaches, but this day he ate a whole bunch of them, and they looked different. I figured he had a really bad headache, and when he lay on the bed I decided I'd lay with him. He cried a lot, but eventually fell asleep. He slept a really long time, which was fine with me, until the new girl human came in. She sat next to him and tried to wake him up, but he seemed extra tired. She eventually screamed (I think to wake him up) and started crying too. I didn't understand at all, so I decided to hide under the bed again. Not long after, a bunch of humans I didn't know came into my house and put my human on a smaller bed, and took him out. I think they might have taken him to the poker and prodder place, since he didn't seem to feel good. They seemed to want to let him rest, though, because they kept this dark blanket over him as they moved him.
The problem is, I don't know why he hasn't come back yet. I think he's been there longer than I was. It feels like it's gotten dark and light over and over and he still hasn't come home. I sit at the window to see if he's walking up, but he hasn't yet. What's strange, though, is that his loud mover is still out there. Usually when he's gone that goes too. It's all really confusing.
The new girl human has been very nice to us, and has been feeding us, but she still cries a lot. I'm not sure what's hurting her. Maybe she wants my human to come back, too. She seems to like him almost as much as I do. I like her enough, and I'm glad she's feeding me while my human is sick, but I really just wish he'd come home. I don't like this kind of hide and seek.
He was always the best to spend time with. It's like he understood me, even though I couldn't speak his language. That's not to say I didn't understand it; I learned quite a few of his words and their meaning, like "dinner", "treats", and my favorite, "food". I just couldn't seem to speak the language. I think that's what they mean when they say that the cat has your tongue. It's really hard to talk with the tongue of a cat, after all.
He always knew how to play best. I like to run, so he would always find new ways to make running a game. Sometimes he'd play hide and seek, where he'd run to one end of the house and wait for me to find him, pet me for a little while, then run somewhere else. Other times he would take my favorite toys and throw them as far as he could so I could try to run and catch them. I liked it most when he would do that. He also always made me feel good about myself. He'd remind me how handsome I am, or how smart I am, or how loved I am every day.
I met him for the first time at this prison I was in. All of my brothers and sisters were put in there with me, though I'm not sure what we did. I think it might have been for eating so many butterflies and bugs, but I didn't know I wasn't supposed to. The people who took us to the prison didn't seem to care no matter how much I yelled and told them I was sorry. I don't know how long we stayed in that strange cell. It felt like forever. One evening he came by the opening of the cell with a girl human and stared at me for a little while. They both pointed at me a lot, and I was worried I was in trouble for something else, but they just left. A few days later, though, they both came back and took me from the cell.
I was scared. I didn't want to leave my brothers and sisters behind, but my favorite human kept petting me and telling me everything was alright, and I believed him for some reason. Well, until we got to his loud mover. I've never gotten used to those. He gets in this loud mover a lot, and sometimes he'd put me in it, too. It's this strange box that makes the world go by really fast. It's a lot like running, but faster. It always makes me nervous.
Anyway, once we got through with the loud mover, he took me into his house at the time. It was the funnest place I'd ever been. There were wires to chew (that he hid), curtains to climb (that he raised), things to pounce on (that he'd move). No matter what he took away, though, he'd always find something even more fun to give me. He's always nice like that. Once I got tired on that first night, it seemed like he and the woman human were tired, too. We all laid on what I learned was a bed and (my personal favorite) some pillows together, while he lightly pet me to help me fall asleep. When it was just the two of us still awake, he whispered something to me. "I will always take care of you. I promise." I've trusted him ever since.
That's not to say times have always been easy. I got sick one time. It's embarrassing to admit, but I got something that made it really hard to use the litter box, and it hurt a lot. The human noticed after a little while, and got really worried. We had to get into the loud mover really late one night, and they took me to this place I really hate where they poke and prod like crazy. They did an extra amount of poking this night, and brought me back to the human and talked softly to him. I was doing ok up to this point, but then I saw him crying, which scared me. I jumped from the table the prodder put me on and curled up in his lap, hoping he'd just take me home. He didn't, though. We got in the loud mover and drove much longer to yet another poker and prodder place. Except this time he left me there. He never stopped crying and telling me he was sorry, but he left. I thought that was the end, and I cried too. There were lots of other cats and animals crying, in this poking place, and I just assumed I wasn't going to live much longer.
Eventually the pokers poked me with something that made me feel really good, and everything became a bit of a blur. I drifted around for what felt like an eternity, wondering what was going to happen to me. It must have been days. Then, one day, the pokers took me into a room, and there he was! I've never been so glad to see his furry face before then. I had to wear this hat for a long time after that, and the areas I use in the litter box hurt and itched for a while, but the human took me back home and stayed with me as much as possible. We watched tv, ate the best foods, napped, and had the best time, aside from all the weird juices they made me swallow for a while.
It wasn't long after this that the girl human that was always around and my favorite human started yelling at each other a lot. Sometimes she would yell things at him, and he would leave the room and cry. I didn't understand why, but I knew he needed help, so I always followed him and purred my loudest purr for him, to remind him that not everyone is mad at him. Other times he would yell and the girl human would cry. I was really torn when this would happen. I didn't want my favorite human to be angry, but I didn't want him to hurt anyone's feelings either. He would still usually cry after this happened. One day, he said something to the girl human that caused her to start screaming and breaking things for a little while. I decided it was best to hide under the bed for a little while. Not long after that the girl human left with a lot of my favorite boxes and never came back.
The human who loved me still came home every day, though. He fed me and the other cats I live with, and cried a lot. He slept a lot, too, which was weird. He usually didn't sleep much at all, but after the girl human left, he slept almost the entire time he was home. If he wasn't sleeping he was crying. I don't know why he hurt so much, but it hurt me too. I would usually climb up onto the couch where he'd sleep and stay near him. I didn't want him to be alone, at least.
One day a new girl human came to our house. I wasn't super enthused about this at first. The last time my human let one of those in, she hurt him a lot. I'm still not sure how, but I know she did. So when this new one came along, I had my doubts. She seemed to be nicer to him though. Every now and then they would talk really fast at each other, and I'd start eyeing my spot beneath the bed, but it usually didn't last long. The new woman seemed to really like me and the other cats I live with too. She played with us a lot (not as good as my human did, but she tried), pet us a lot, and even started giving us food sometimes. My human seemed to be doing a little better, too, depending on the day.
Then, one day, my human came home, put down his things, and grabbed a bottle of his treats. At least I think they were treats. They always sound like treats when he'd shake them. Usually he'd eat a few when he had headaches, but this day he ate a whole bunch of them, and they looked different. I figured he had a really bad headache, and when he lay on the bed I decided I'd lay with him. He cried a lot, but eventually fell asleep. He slept a really long time, which was fine with me, until the new girl human came in. She sat next to him and tried to wake him up, but he seemed extra tired. She eventually screamed (I think to wake him up) and started crying too. I didn't understand at all, so I decided to hide under the bed again. Not long after, a bunch of humans I didn't know came into my house and put my human on a smaller bed, and took him out. I think they might have taken him to the poker and prodder place, since he didn't seem to feel good. They seemed to want to let him rest, though, because they kept this dark blanket over him as they moved him.
The problem is, I don't know why he hasn't come back yet. I think he's been there longer than I was. It feels like it's gotten dark and light over and over and he still hasn't come home. I sit at the window to see if he's walking up, but he hasn't yet. What's strange, though, is that his loud mover is still out there. Usually when he's gone that goes too. It's all really confusing.
The new girl human has been very nice to us, and has been feeding us, but she still cries a lot. I'm not sure what's hurting her. Maybe she wants my human to come back, too. She seems to like him almost as much as I do. I like her enough, and I'm glad she's feeding me while my human is sick, but I really just wish he'd come home. I don't like this kind of hide and seek.
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