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  • I want to stay and be a Kitten.

    When I was a little ball of fluff,they would hold me in their hand and coo at me how lovely I was,they gave me warm milk in a saucer and someone used to sneak me juicy bits of real fish and meat.All I had to do was play with little bits of wool or string they dangled and pulled away from me.They were trying to see how quick I was.
    When they went to bed I had a little basket that was always warm and cuddly.I had little furry friends,who came out of their little holes in the wall,when the grown ups were in bed.We used to play tag and touch and hide and seek.Then they would scamper into their little holes,when I put my tiny paw in the hole in the wall,they would tickle it until we all fell about laughing.I used to share any milk or food I had left with them.We thought we were friends for life.
    When I was still tiny but a little bit bigger I was allowed to curl up at the bottom of peoples beds,always lovely,cosy and warm and lots of cuddles when they woke up.At their meal times I still had lots of little titbits of real food and always lots of milk.
    Now,they have stopped doing so many things,I don't get titbits any more just some mushy stuff out of a tin and some dried up biscuity stuff,all put into a blue plastic dish
    no saucer any more.I am not allowed upstairs any more,more so since that loud wailing noise from a little small person.I even get shooed out of the room when that one is there.My basket now is out in the cold kitchen and there is a draught from the little flap thing in the door.
    But,worst of all,beyond all my dreams,I am expected to capture and kill all my little furry friends.When they see me now,they run as fast as greased lightning to get away from me.The big people are shouting at me to get out of my basket and kill them,but they were my friends. The biggest one said I was a waste of space and they should get rid of me,I was useless at catching mice.What are Mice,do they mean what were my little furry friends? That would make me very sad ,these were my friends that played with me when I was young.
    These big people have changed,they push me away now and call me a useless cat...I don't want top be a cat any more,I want to be a Kitten again,to give and receive love.Why do I have to be a Cat ???
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