In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Return Address.”
My family has a black and white cat named Felix. He’s about 12 years old and super lazy. Here is what I would imagine he would write in a journal if he had those kinds of skills (and liked writing).
January 19, 2014
The Christmas tree is still up! That means I still have Fort Kick-Ass at my disposal. It’s where I keep my catnip mouse (shhh don’t tell anyone). I love playing with it and rubbing it all over my face. I think my humans like it too because they always give it to me and help me find it when I lose it.
Today was a great day. I slept in my human sister’s bed all night, even though she sleeps in really late so I left her blankets in the morning to get my day started on the couch next to The Big Man. He always watches other humans yell at each other on the TV, which I don’t like, but he scratches my head so I sit next to him on the couch. I also got to see my human mom in the kitchen. I always visit her in the morning but she never gives me anything; I don’t understand why, I come to visit her enough. Maybe if I just lay in the middle of the floor or right behind her she’ll give me something.
I spent the rest of the day on the couch. The humans came in and out of the living room, always petting me when they go past (but not enough). In the evening when everyone is on the couch, I have to sit on the floor because they take up all the couch to themselves. But if anyone gets up, I take my spot back. The couch is mine, I have covered it in my fur.
Time to go back to sleep until I get petted again.
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