Mom has been gone for two weeks, and you’ll never guess what MomGoth did. She kidnapped me! I wouldn’t have believed it of her, but it’s true. She came to my house, poked me into a carrier, and brought me to her house. I knew she liked me, but I didn’t know she liked me enough to steal me while Mom was away!
The first thing I did was get under the couch so she couldn’t pet me. I flashed my warning signal that this wasn’t over.
Tipper, MomGoth’s cat, kept trying to make friends, but I wasn’t about to have that. I hissed and growled every time he came around. It’s too bad; he seems like a nice cat, but making friends with him would have made MomGoth think I was okay with being abducted. I tested to make sure Tipper wouldn’t strike back. When I saw he wouldn’t, I began patrolling the entire house, hissing and growling every time I saw him, until he had no place he could call his own. It was a shame, but I was fighting for my freedom.
I even took over his place next to MomGoth on the couch. I never sit next to people on the couch, but I forced myself to do it.
As a last resort, I began using my bed as a litterbox. When MomGoth picked me up to take me to the basement where I knew my real litterbox from home was, I peed all over her! Not very ladylike, I know, but desperate times call for desperate measures. When I say “all over her”, I mean she had to remove all her removable fur and wash it immediately, from her brand-new coat to her stockings.
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So, at last, after she put new fur on, she took me home. She also took my beds (including the one she washed after I you-know-what), my scratching pad, my litterbox (which I’m now using, since it’s where it belongs), and my food dish.
Note from Tipper:
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Were you ever abducted? What did you do?