Friday, June 12, 2009

Into my first house

My humans picked me up from the house where I lived with my relatives and moved me into their apartment.
It was a little apartment, but there was a big window, and I could look all the time the streets and lots of birds flying. There was a lot of good food, a litter box room exclusive for me (ok, there were some boxes and cases in there too, but it was a litter box room that only I used) and a lot of good places to take a nap.
I had some favorite places – under the bed, under the dresser, over the clothes washer, behind the books in one of the bookshelves, but I begun to grow up a lot, and soon I didn’t fit in some of the best places. But life was good, and I begun to feel very comfortable, and I enjoyed the place.
I developed also a beautiful relationship with the guys, after our first problems. Actually, after knowing them better, I discovered that I loved them (don’t let them see this, it will be embarrassing).
I loved them so much that I had to demonstrate it, even in my discrete way. So, I begun to licked them. In a little while, I was licking them in a stronger way and, even before I noticed what was happening, I was biting them. It was something that came from inside me, do you understand? It’s stronger than I!
But it was not a big deal. They would even bleed a little, but the marks normally disappeared in a few days.
But it was useful to demonstrate that I had adopted them as mine.

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