The cat who zoomed everywhere

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Review Chain

Submitted: April 28, 2020

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I am the one. The only. Speedster Potato the cat!

My body is like a water bowl, and my energy is like water being poured into the bowl every minute. I woke up because my energy’s spilling over. Must use energy. Must explore the whole house. Must zoom.

I run, and climb, and run. I’m scaling my sofa, my human, my tree of platforms, my floor and more. My human start complaining for no reason again, like most humans do. It’s talking about it being 4am. Psssssh, how petty. Time doesn’t matter to ninjas. Yes, I’m a ninja. A lot of cats are.

Zoom. My dramatic entrance into the kitchen is on point. A classic rushing in. Ah, the kitchen, where the elusive treats lie. The forbidden land, for my humans always locks the door to this room. Heheheheh! I laughed as I paced back and forth the room as many times as I liked. No human can stop me! I own this place now.

My eyes catch sight of the boxes that keep closing and opening. I caught the tiniest whiff of something… edible. I pause, thinking. Every time my human walked in here, it always came out with food for me. And itself, but mostly for me. Especially when it takes my food bowl. Sometimes, the food is just for me, and in its hand, it will offer me yummies.

What if these boxes held the food?

There is a gap in one of them, slightly opened. I attack it, scratch it again and again. Come on! Open some more! It doesn’t obey me. Come on, Potato. Remember all those times you trained your claws on your scratching post and sofa; Surely, they mean something now, right? I paw, claw and scratch at the gaping spot again. The box opens… What has been inside, all these years? Well, I’m going to peek and find out- hey! I’m being lifted in the air, oh no.

“Potato!” Blast, my name and that tone never go well together

I hear further disapproving human noises. I meow in protest, kicking the air, struggling to be free of the human’s hold on me. The secrets of the box… I was so close.

The human forces its ushering services on me and tries to land me in my smaller bed. I turned my butt to it and my feet happen to box its face. Haha! Revenge! It finally lets go and I sit on the floor. Right next to the bed, but not on it, as a show of defiance. It groans and grumbles. Yea, human, you deserved those kicks, I didn’t even ask you to move me. This is why you’ll always be a butler-in-training to me, and never a professional butler.

Huh? Head pats from the human? Ohhhhh this makes me such a softie. I love pats. I love the massage. I love the human- wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Gotta.. zoom.

I’m in the bathroom now. Bet if I had an audience, my viewers would be so stunned. “Where did Potato go?”, someone would say. “I thought she was just in the living room..” someone else would reply. Because I. am. speed. Heheheheh!

Man, I’m thirsty. Being the fastest ninja alive is hard work. Ah, there’s a tall, white, wide water bowl. For some reason, it never fails to be full of water. Obviously, it’s mine, like everything in the house is. And from it, I get to drink-

“Potato! No!”

Mothermeower fluffing darn it! The human is trying to stop me again. It’s saying something about water, litterboxes and hygiene and blah blah BLAH. Its hands are coming towards me again, to kidnap me again. Welp. I gotta go.

Zoom. I have to resort to my commoner, ‘safe’ water bowl. Sigh. It’s not that bad I suppose. I drink, then I-

Zoom. I hop onto the bigger bed. I dive into what my human calls, ‘blankets’. It’s soft, like me, and comfy. Thank goodness all good things are naturally mine. It makes sense that way.

The human comes over. Upon seeing me, it sighs. Ah, it’s sighing in relief, because it gets to bask in my presence. It’s definitely not because I’m on its sleeping spot at 4am. “Potato…” it murmurs, pushing me. Uh, nope. I turn my butt towards its hand that was disturbing me, as all intruders deserve as much. Mmm… I’m sleepy.

“Potato.”

What’s that? You want me to leave this bed, to let you sleep? Nah, I’m good. My ideas on what to do are always better than the human’s suggestions. I close my eyes, dream of chasing rats, and snooze.

 


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