"Tom, take that pesky mouse out of that bread box!"
"Tom, look at my floor! Because of you I have to clean the floor all over again!"
"Tom, look at my chocolate cake! Oh, my lovely dishes!"
Tom leaned back against the wall in fear, sweating dripping from his forehead, eyes widening in shock, dreading to the regular brutal punishment. Mammy Two-Shoes lifted up her broom once again whilst Tom cowered in her sight. She forced him, chest down across her lap roughly, and with forty or fifty smacks of the broom, Mammy continued to abuse the poor cat whilst Tom cried and yowled in pain, and Jerry jeered mockingly whilst watching the punishment.
"Now scram and get out of my sight! You're a cat, for goodness sake! Why can't you catch mice better like all other cats? God! I deserve way better!" Mammy Two Shoes screamed in anger as she stomped out off the messy kitchen. After stepping on a broken egg shell, she immediately went back to Tom, who was now lying in fetal position trying to endure the pain.
"Oh yes, and no milk nor salmon for you tonight."
Tom's eyes started to well up with tears, but he did not really care as much than when he reacted to the first punishment after Mammy Two Shoes brought him into her house. She said the same thing every time, and Tom got used to the abuse. As usual, Jerry would rejoice, run to the kitchen messy beyond repair, and pig out on all the foods. As Tom watched Jerry eat all the foods, including Tom's raw salmon on the table, a wave of nostalgia flooded over him. With tears in his eyes, Tom stared as he began to recollect memories of his life as a kitten, when he was living with his old family.
Before Mammy Two Shoes brought him into the new house, Tom used to be a very happy kitten, whilst living with his parents. In the place where Tom was living, there were very few mice, so there was no issues about eating and catching mice. The owners were rich, so they were able to give Tom's family a lot more food than just mice alone. His owners regularly gave Tom's family on special occasions a whole salmon, Tom's favourite fish, to each cat, so they would end the day with full happy tummies. The mesmerising smell, the sweet feeling of the salmon juice and the soft texture of the salmon always made Tom in a good mood for the whole day. Whenever Tom thought of salmon, he would try to regain memories of his childhood.
Sadly Tom's mother died of sickness, therefore Tom's father was left to raise Tom on his own, until he died by having been run over by a truck. As a little Tom reacted to his father's death, he meowed in sorrow, pouting and whining at the same time. Once the road was clear, he crawled from the sidewalk to the middle of the road, where his father was lying in fetal position, a nasty wound on his side with bones sticking and pus and blood oozing from it. Tom purred sadly as he licked his father's face and snuggled with the corpse for several hours. As Tom was sleeping, he did not know that a man from the animal shelter picked him up, placed him in a truck and drove him away to an animal shelter.
When Tom woke up, he noticed that he was lying inside a tiny but filthy cage. The space was so tight and uncomfortable that he could barely breathe nor turn around. The animal shelter did have food, but it was dirty and therefore gave Tom an upset stomach. Worst of all, the owners of the animal shelter regularly beaten and abused him like all the other cats and dogs. Tom had never felt so lost nor lonely in his life, having eperienced a shocking transition from a happy warm life to an unfriendly cold life.
After discussion and consultation with a middle aged woman, who was Mammy Two Shoes, she decided to raise Tom on her own, as she hoped that he would grow into a strong cat that would catch mice and make her house free of rodents. However, Tom was not the type of cat that would harm mice, in fact he liked to play with them. One day, whilst Mammy Two Shoes was sweeping the floor, a mouse named Jerry ran out and in shock, caught sight of Tom. But Tom only smiled and played with Jerry as if he was a ball of yarn. As Mammy turned around to look at Tom, she was surprised. I thought all cats disliked mice, she thought.
She immediately took the mouse away from Tom and threw Jerry out the window. Then she undressed Tom and took him upstairs to give him a bath.
"Tom, you don't play with mice. You catch them. Mice are very dirty!" she scolded Tom. Tom did not seem to understand, but Mammy let him off as he was only a small kitten.
However, as Tom became older and older, Mammy stopped pretending to like Tom, and in fact started disliking him. She thought that there was something wrong with Tom, and that he needed to grow out of playing with mice. So she trained Tom to be a mouse catcher, and forced him to spend his life as a mouse catcher in the house for the rest of his life. Tom sighed as he reluctantly chased Jerry, who was very strong for his size and always managed to find a way back into the house.
