Day 1 (well, really day 4592)

A Cat's Adventure                                                                                                          January 22, 2013

      I've been in this cupboard for years. Look at all this junk. See the boxes I'm wedged between? Auction items. All that stuff gets to go to someone's house permanently. Every auction for twelve and a half years I've been left in here. Not good enough? I don't know. Maybe he has something against cats. But he chose me, right? All those years ago. Here, I've been, pushed to the right, pushed to the left. Maybe I've been a project in the planning for twelve and a half years.
      I was just sick of waiting so I pawed my way to the front, stuck my head out.
      To see what would happen.

      Teacher-man bit.

      Check it out.

      Okay, I know this doesn't look so great. I'm sitting in an old rice bag. Royal though, hmmmm... 

But, I'm not in the cupboard. You see? What's a week or two more after waiting twelve and a half years before I finally get introduced to the kids? Actually it's been

twelve years, 7 months, two days and an hour or two

I'm not that specific. 

      Mostly I was stuck looking at the bottom of this table. I tried at night to move. Like when I pushed my way to the front of that cupboard, but no luck. 

      Out of the Cupboard Syndrome, I'm guessing. 

      

      Stuck where they put me. I listen really well though. The girl likes reading, and plays a mean violin and the boys like to hide. The big one hid right here with me, pushed the chair aside and tucked himself right up next to me. Didn't say a thing. Barely noticed me. Scared a jump and screech out of the girl as she passed by. Highlight of my time under the table.

      Teacher-man came and went 17 days, 4 hours--that's counting from the time he came home! Then finally I meet the kids. 

      I can't let all of my emotions show, you understand. I have to play

cool,

low key,

on the

down

low.

No one wants a desperate cat. Especially a stuffed one.

      It pays off big time! 

      

      That's right, helping the big boy with his work. Uh, huh! That's me intelligent and Royal cat.

      Ahem, I can't believe they put this picture in.

      So my breath stank! Yeahh? Yours would too. How many years did I spend cooped up in that cupboard? 

      The boy? He had nothing to do with it. "I'm not brushing that cat's teeth!" is what he said. Sort of cold if you ask me. Telling someone their breath stinks and then not helping.

      "I'll brush his teeth," the girl said. But then, she let me 

BRUSH MY OWN! 

       

      How cool is that? I am so fastidious! Then, then, she encourages me...

      Yup, that's me. Chopsticks it wasn't!

      Teacher-man gives me to the youngest boy. 

      He's not in the picture with me because he kept saying, "No picture," whenever anyone came within ten feet of him with a phone or a camera. Two year olds boil the English language down to it's barest essentials.

      Now I'm in the rice bag again. Facing down this time, if you're trying to picture me. All I can see are people's feet as they pass. But no one's passing now. The house is dark, the fish tank gurgles, and the ice maker just dropped a new load of ice.

      What will tomorrow bring?