A Pet’s Point of View

Hello. Can I trust you? Well then, I am Peppermint Provisina Pippolita Percival Pucket Peppington. I am 10 months old. By the way, if you think I am some magical talking cat because I’m telling you all this, let me stop you there. I am a royal Persian cat, not one of those goody- goody, humble cats you see in fairy tales. Let me tell you exactly how royal I am. Every day, my human mother changes my water two times and cleans my litter box twice too. I only drink water if there is not a single speck of dirt in it. My human sister, Anu, is always trying to bug me. She doesn’t understand a royal cat needs beauty sleep. She also says I’m fat. Ok, maybe that’s true, but those kibbles are tasty you know.

In the afternoon, I like to sleep under my owners’ bed, but my mother comes into the room with two daggers to clean my fur. You may think I’m exaggerating, but let me tell you how they look. Both of them have spikes poking out of them and they go through your fur real hard. And I have to go through this torture every day!

 When I wake up, everybody is already getting ready for the night. Sometimes I try to te

ll my human family they are getting ready for the night at the beginning of the day, but they just won’t listen. My human parents keep their room door closed for some reason so I have no choice but to go to Anu’s room. Before I do that, Anu comes out of her room and starts telling me about her day, so I sit next to her room. I kind of like it when she talks to me like that. Anyway, I don’t want to get all hearty, so I guess since I’ve told you enough about my life, we come to an end. Goodbye!