…Hello?
Can anyone hear me? Shit. My head is pounding. How did I get here? Ow, my legs. I can’t move them. I think I just woke up from being unconcious. I think I was suppose to die. Where am I? Wheres Oliver? Where’s that woman that Oliver hangs out with? Agh I can’t hear anything.
Let me see if I can remember anything…
I remember Her getting angry about something and I was sleeping so soundly but the way she got angry scared me so bad that I couldn’t help but jump and run somewhere where I felt safe. I stepped outside and felt the brisk, salt filled air against my face and it made my usual wet nose into something as dry as the food that I eat on occasion. It was a pretty clear night from what I remember, I felt so safe when I finally left that house, I felt like maybe I should go for a quick stroll before going back to bed because I was feeling particularly lucky. Maybe I could find a juicy pest to snack on… Man, that thought is making me hungry. Was that the last time I ate?
I walked along the moist grass and I could feel my paws falling into mud puddles on occasion. For a while, I could hear the sounds of the ocean waves, coming in and then going out, coming in and then going out. I heard a rustle in the huckleberry bushes and pounced on the most plump mole rat I had ever seen, oh my god I was so excited and just remembering this is making all this pain feel better but I think before I ate that plump mole rat, he made a wish while he died and that wish had come true.
Right, I was surrounded by four raccoons. Man those creatures are nasty, I’ve heard people admire how cute they are but truly, I find them to be annoying and disgusting. I could NEVER just rummage through garbage looking for something, let alone something to EAT. Well, they came for me, because that was the mole rats wish and that’s the last thing I remember. I vaguely remember crawling back toward the house, but where I am now… it smells like my house but somehow I am not in my house…?
It’s dark. I’m cold. I really can’t move my legs and I can’t feel my tail. Am I okay to just die here?
What was that?
Is that the woman I hear? Is that Oliver’s Woman? Am I smelling Oliver?! Oliver! I try to meow but I can’t. My mouth is parched. I open my eyes a little more and notice the cracks of light coming down. I don’t know where I am, I really don’t. Oh please Oliver, please just see me please please please. I opened my eyes more, hoping that the suns reflection will turn my eyes into another beam of light.
Something is coming. But it smells familiar. It’s Oliver. Oh thank god.
Careful with the tail there.