Small Things

I like chasing crickets and pushing them around and holding them down and biting off their legs. It makes the woman squeal, no kitty. I also like mice. I like to stalk them and stare them down and wait for them to sneak out from under the stove, and I chase them. The other night, I caught one and the woman was reading and the man said, what has she got, and the woman said, whore doll, and the man said, unless whore doll grew a tail, I don’t think so, then I ran to give it to the woman and when I jumped to get in her lap and give her the wiggly mouse, she screamed, oh my god, she has a tail hanging out of her mouth, get it. The man, laughed, and I dropped my mouse at her feet and she went nuts. (I’ve said, she has issues). But, when I dropped the mouse, it ran and I chased and caught it and it was fun. But, the man took that mouse and put it outside. Then the woman said, I’m putting out poison. I don’t care about PETA.
Then, they left and were gone for hours and I was worried but when they came home, they had a carrier, like mine, and inside was this little squeaky thing, and I thought, yeah, they brought me a mouse, and I ran down the hall. They put it in the spare room and I tried to look under the door and could barely squeeze my paw under and I meowed and then I heard it: a kitten. A tiny kitten going meowwwwing and the woman holding it and snuggling with it. The man went in too and they said, no Ginger, you stay here. So, all weekend, I’ve had my nose to the floor trying to catch a glimpse of this new kitten. The woman said, after we know that she doesn’t have diseases, you can meet her. Where did they get this kitty that it would have diseases? EWWWW.