What the hell is that?

It looks like a tiny blanket.

What kind of creature is supposed to sleep with that thing?

I hope they don’t expect me to sleep on it.

Maybe I should check.

It’s not fluffy.

I don’t get it.

Blankets aren’t squares.

Blankets don’t go in the kitchen.

I can try to use it, I guess.

I could use my bed, but this little red piece of fabric will do for now.

It’s on the floor, anyway.

The floor is my territory.

They know that.

What if it's not a blanket?

What else do humans use fabric for...?

Wait.

My bed is made of fabric.

Did they...?

No.

They couldn't have.

They wouldn't.

I hope they didn’t get rid of my bed.

That wouldn’t do at all.

Maybe they left this out for me to see if I liked it.

But did it have to be red?

I prefer blue, silly humans.

While I'm here, I might as well do something with it.

My bed is on the other side of the house.

That is, if my bed is still here.

Hmm....

I’ll take a nap, maybe it’ll show them I’m trying my new bed.

At least, I hope it’s for me. (It’s mine now anyway.)

If they left it out, surely they meant for me to find it.

If it's not meant for me, it's too late now.

Maybe they'll learn not to leave things out.

Anyway...

Cat nap time.

Goodnight.

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.......

“Why is the cat sleeping on top of a washcloth in the middle of the kitchen floor..?”

Richard is such an interesting cat. She (Yes she) was named by my six-year-old cousin. (This is the same cousin who named a horse Pizza.) Richard was raised as an inside cat, which explains her perfectly maintained siamese coat, but she was a little too energetic to stay inside, so she was moved to the farm. She took to the outside like a fish to water. She'd chase and play with the chickens, go run around with the miniature horses, and sometimes get into fights with stray cats. With how well she does outside, you'd think that Richard would stay there forever.

But she doesn't. As much as she enjoys the freedom of the outside, she also loves water and attention. If you try and sleep she'll try many different things: walking on you to keep you awake, trying to climb under the covers, trying to pull off the covers (she's only gotten halfway), or just sleeping on you.

But that isn't half as weird as her obsession with water. If anyone leaves the bathroom door open, Richard rushes in and jumps to the sink or the toilet. If it's the sink, she'll turn the water on and either lay in it or splash it everywhere. If it's the toilet, she'll try and play with the water. The first time I saw her playing in the toilet I shouted in surprise. That was enough to cause Richard to tumble into the bowl of the toilet, thank goodness it was clean. Richard gave me a glare that I could only assume meant I hate you and jumped out of her watery prison. Her fur was drenched and matted, and her face almost looked disappointed. But I learned two important lessons: to never surprise my cat and to always close the toilet.

It was a cold stormy night, I was wondering though a town looking for my sister Sparky. I soon discovered that I had entered a dark cave. Filled with unknown cats that smelled like old fishing nets. They held my sister captive. Saying I had to kill them to save my sister. I scraped the fur off their leader, and sliced his neck. He yelped in pain and slowly drived off into heaven. I had to demothish, slash, and bite other cats to get to my sister. After I killed all the cats I saw my sister in a cage half starved. The suddenly she released a tiny kit from her wings. Twig was the kits name, she was a little ginger kitten. Sparky said she had found Twig next to a lake during the winter. *click* I turned around to see humans taking pictures of us. Thats how I ended up in the news. It said "Later that evening the Homeless Shelter employyes found cats and a kitten eating hot pockets, after we discovered the cats they flew away with their rainbow wings." "We also saw a bunch of bunch of dead cats in the cave" Sparky, Twig and I ended up living with reporters. although Twigs wings were just deflopping, she could fly. She looked like a little ginger firefly. After a long time living with Sparky. I fell in love with her. We had a kit named Cinder and a kit named Teal. Thats when we ended up running away. We found a clan in the forest. TO BE COUNTINUED.

After 13 years of misadventures and bringing joy to our home, our beloved cat passed away. He was a bit of a clutz, but his curiosity often got the better of him. He was always willing to try new things.

One day, my wife was sitting on our bed, getting dressed when she noticed our cat examining the drawers of our double bedroom bureaus, which she left slightly open.

He decided to test out his ability to walk along the top edge of each draw. He carefully made it across the top of the first draw as if he was on a tight rope. Gingerly he places his paw on the top edge or the next draw, halfway across, he started to wobble and looked at my wife. Still staring at her, he took the next step, only to miss the edge with his paw and fall headfirst down past three draws onto the floor.

He jumped up on to of the bureau a second time, tried again and ended up back on the floor. My wife sat there laughing out loud at him, as he jumped up on top of the bureau and sat there looking at her he tilted his head with that questioning look as if to ask her, "Well if it looks so easy to do, why don't you try it?" look.

I went into a friend's house and immediately spotted her pet: a large, grey tomcat, lazily seated on the living room coffee table. As I petted him, his orange eyes opened lethargically and I could only imagine elevator music playing in his head.

He's a very calming, quiet pet, but I would get bored of him quickly, I thought. (I don't have any pets myself, and am considering getting a cat.)

I got snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a quiet, high-pitched meowing from... the back of the TV?

My friend, let's call her Anna, was in the kitchen getting snacks, so instead of bothering asking about the noise, I decided to investigate myself.

I peered around the TV cabinet and a pair of bright yellow eyes greeted me. I jumped back slightly, thoughts of rats or other invasive animals creeping into my head.

"Oh, looks like you found Scaredy." Anna was back, looking with me into the dark corner of the house. "He's basically the opposite of Clouds back there, hates people and being out in the open. I'll try to get him out of there."

Several attempts, a few scratches, and plenty of yowling later, she finally brought Scaredy out of his comfort zone. He's pitch black and a lot smaller than Clouds, and I could definitely notice the variation in personality. I could only pet him once (and very fast, at that) before he bolted back into another hiding spot: the back of the couch.

Maybe I like the lazy ones better after all. I spent the rest of my time there with Clouds, occasionally hearing a faint purr from different hiding spots around the house.

I woke up in this cold dark room.

There are cobwebs everywhere,

And every way you look,

All you can see is inky blackness for miles.

I hear people faintly calling my name,

And telling me to wake up.

She cant be gone!

They say.

What do they mean?

I'm right here!

I try to say.

But i can't.

My voice is gone.

Is this what death is like?

I wonder.

Asleep one minute,

Gone from the world the next?

Will i ever see my friends again?

Tell another joke?

Make another cake?

Never again taste the sweet richness of dark chocolate?

How will i ever live without laughing

With my friends at stupid things?

I walk around with no specific destination

Hoping to find a door out of this horrid place.

Then there's an earthquake.

A sudden shaking, jolting my whole

Body as if i were riding a stampeding

elephant .

Then suddenly a sliver of light and a

Buzzing.

I squeeze my eyes closed and rub them,

opening them to find i'm back in my

Room.

My room!

And my family!

All standing over me.

I cry with joy and hug them all one by one.

Your ok!

They cried.

You passed out!

They said.

We thought you'd died!

We all embraced and i realized,

I hadn't quite died, and wasn't quite ready to just yet.