I have always been a handsome gentleman with my tuxedo and my beautiful green eyes. I am also a friendly gentleman. I am my household’s greeter. I must meet all visitors at the door to check them out, and to get my fair share of scratches and pets. We can’t have just anyone coming around our house. Mail Carriers are certainly not welcome, and I must growl to alert my mom to their invading presence. It is part of my job to protect my mom and let her know when people or danger is near. In return, I am very insistent that I get my share of cuddles and scratches from her.
But I did have another family once. One that loved me for a while, and gave me my scratches and let me live like a king in the house. One day, however, I went out for a stroll and when I came back I could not get back in the house. I waited and waited by my family’s door. I mewed and scratched to let them know I was there, and that I needed inside for my cuddles and scratches but no one came. I waited for a long time, through the night and for many days and still no one came to the door. My family was gone and they had left me behind. They never came back. I didn’t know what I had done to be left that way. I used my litter box like a gentleman should and didn’t scatter my food. But maybe I needed too much attention or the mean allergies creatures might have caused me to lose my home. Since then I have always strived to be a good gentleman. I want humans to love me and give me cuddles and food.
I was a very young kitten when my first family left. I was alone in the outside world. I knew very little about the outside from my short day strolls, and I had no claws to help me to hunt or defend myself. However, I didn’t let it get me down. I knew I would figure this out because I am a smart gentleman. I got hungry so I went around the neighborhood doing my best for food. I was only a kitten then and could not get enough to eat, but I made do with what I could find. That is why I am such a small cat. I would have grown bigger, really, if I could have found enough food.
Finally, I found a nice lady who would put out food for me every once in awhile even though the grumpy man she lived with didn’t like it much. She always made sure I could eat by help chasing away the neighborhood cats that were mean to me. She also gave me cuddles, as did the other humans who visited this house. And one of them, an older man human who says he doesn’t like cats but would give me cuddles when he visited, gave me a new name, Freddie. I don’t remember what my kitten name was but Freddie would do for now. I have always liked humans. Humans give me cuddles and food and nice places to sleep. And I liked these humans very much. I thought maybe these humans could be my new family. I tried to get inside to live with them, but they wouldn’t let me. Something about the lady having allergies. I don’t know what these allergies creatures are but I hear many kittens can’t stay in their homes because of them. They must be evil little creatures. My new mom has them but she doesn’t let them chase my sisters and me out of our home.
I lived outside in the heat and then in the cold close to my new human’s home. Sometimes I would lay awake in my leaf bed, remembering the home I used to have and all the food I used to eat especially if I were hungry. Sometimes the food the kind lady put out was just not enough. It was a very sad time. I curled up in the heating vent of the home of the nice humans when it was really cold. But still I had humans nearby, some food and occasional cuddles. I was a fairly lucky kitty compared to some of the other neighborhood cats.
Then one day in the cold time a lady I hadn’t seen before came to my human’s house. She saw me sleeping in my leaf beds and in my vent and starting crying. I wondered what made her so sad. So I walked up to greet her, like I did all the friends of my humans. I wanted to give her some cuddles and make her not be sad. When I did she said to me, “Freddie, I am taking you home with me. You will never be hungry or cold again, I promise.” And then she cried some more. Boy, that lady sure was sad. But then I thought home, where is that? I thought this was my home. It wasn’t perfect but I had my humans and some food.
This lady came back a few days later and put me in some kind of black soft-sided containment, which I did not like, but I didn’t complain because I am a gentleman. Then she put me in one of those mental noisy moving things that I had to avoid in my neighborhood. I was a little scared, but I didn’t mew or complain because I am a gentleman. And then it got even worse, we got on a metal thing that left the ground and flew in the air! I was terrified, but I didn’t mew or mess up my space because I am a gentleman. We got to my new home and it was very nice. And I WAS ALLOWED INSIDE! I got to sleep in my new human’s bed and on the couch or anywhere I pleased. I even got two sisters, who are a little bit grumpy, but we pretty much leave each other alone. Although, Carlye sometimes chases me when she is feeling especially grumpy but she is a story for another time. I also got a new mom who was very nice. She gave me cuddles and food but she was very sad. Some other human had hurt her very much and she was still very sad. She cried sometimes, and I would sit with her and give her kitty hugs, which seemed to help her. She was also unhappy with other humans she currently did something called work with, but things are better now. My job has to been to make sure our mom knows she is loved and is okay. Sometimes I have to make silly faces to make her laugh. It is the least I can do to show my appreciation for my new home. I have to keep constant tabs on her to make sure she is doing okay. I sleep on my own pillow by her head at night. I must supervise all TV watching to make sure it is not too sad. I personally like the action cop shows and football the best. I wait for her by the shower every morning to make sure she doesn’t take too long; when she does I mew to let her know its time to get out. And most importantly, I greet her at the door every night when she comes home. It’s a good job for a handsome gentleman like myself, and I love my mom and my new home-even if she did bring home a crazy bunch of kittens a while back but that is a tail for another day.