Arrival Story: Hello! My name is Bree! At least, that's what my servants call me. Back at One of A Kind Pets shelter, I was called Momma. My servants adopted me on June 21, 2012.
When my servants were looking at the other cats in my room at the shelter, I made it clear to them that they needed to look at me by lurking behind them and meowing. The female servant let me jump in her lap at the shelter. Another cat in the room tried to jump in her lap too, but I made it clear that I was not sharing this human by growling and hissing. I had been adopted out once before, but was returned to One of A Kind Pets because I guess I'm something the humans refer to as a "bully" around other cats.
My servants didn't mind that I was a "bully" because they knew that I would be the one and only queen of the household. Before One of A Kind Pets, I was at a local animal control facility. I'm not telling anyone where I was before then. I think I was about 8 years old at the time of my adoption, but the vet said I could tell people I was as young as 5 and they'd still believe me!
Today the female servant did the unthinkable. I am no dog. No. I am far above inferior canines. However, the female servant must not realize this, and has destroyed what dignity I have.
I was... leashed. I didn't struggle. At first I thought it was just my fashionable collar, but then I realized it was something more, something sinister. It was a harness. I tried to wiggle out of it, but it was futile. The female servant allowed me to go on the deck. I have never been on the deck before. Many times I have wished to go out on the deck, but I would have never wished it, if I knew it would've been like this. I protested by flopping on the ground like a dying fish. Little did I know that I flopped right into a pile of bird poop, but at this point I didn't care. I was dead inside. I just hope I at least managed to track some bird poop in.
After that, the female servant put me on the welcome mat outside the apartment door. I know she had hoped I would explore, as I had many times tried to escape through this door. I would not let her have the satisfaction. I flopped on the welcome mat in protest and wondered why the fates should be so cruel to me.
Once inside, the female servant gave me great praise for being so good on the leash. "Good?" I must have failed. Next time if I am put in that infernal contraption, I must be worse. But I plan for there to be no "next time." Now I sit, under the male servant's desk, plotting revenge on the female servant. She will pay. Yes. She will pay, but not until after my nap.