I am known as a Kurneko-sama and this is my story. We cats were once worshipped as Gods. Well, just look at us. We're cute and we're fluffy. What more could you ask for? In this particular story we cats are not treated like Gods nor treated like equals. How would a human know how hard a cat's life could be? I mean we have to listen to you old people keep talking and talking about your diapers or your pudding. It's enough to drive a cat like me insane. But yet I continue on. For, there must be something out there waiting for me. Surely, I wouldn't be reduced to listen to a crazy blond man and his fan club all my life. People strike me as interesting though. I mean some can be completely happy and have nothing when others' can have money coming out of the ass and yet feel completely alone. Can't humans buy happiness? They can buy everything else. Like us cats. Are we not to be treated with dignity as others? I mean we are quite cunning. Some more than others. Such as myself particularly. Yes, it may look like all we do is lick our fur or take naps. Have you ever heard the saying 'Behind ever great man there's a woman,'. Well, behind every great woman there's a cat. Instead, of living the life of leisure as most cats do, I decided to follow the first random man I saw. And, that happened to be a strange blond man. Now, he began to get on my nerves. But he was not like the other humans. We cats have a way of sensing these things. He was well, different. I listened to him talk to himself in his sleep. He spoke of things that were quite a tall-tale. Or so I believed. He spoke of a girl, a ship, and a brother. He talked about this brother of his with anger and sadness. These mixed together make confusion. He spoke of murder and more murder to come. I perceived from this man that he would stop this brother of his. He spoke of the human race and how his brother hated them so. Was this man a human at all? He must have repressed this information. For being the very observant cat that I am I realized that people usually suppress they're darkest secrets and most personal feeling. But those things have a way of coming out. Whether in they're subconscious mind or just by blurting these things out accidentally. I watched this man for many days and many nights. I kept getting more intrigued with this brother of his...Knives was it? I began to think of a plan. A plan that would one day, place humans at the end of the chain and cats at the top. This man was not human after all. He spoke of this also. If these brothers were supior beings perhaps this Knives could help me with my world conquest. As, I began to gather my thoughts together in an organized plan I become curious. As us cats often do. But I do believe the expression 'Curiosity killed the cat,' is inadequate. I have a lot to inquire, but sticking my paw in a plug socket is not one of my greater ambitions. I began to wonder around this place that the man had been staying at. And there in this place I found his followers. I did not know whether they were some sort of cult worshipping him or just 2 women who followed men around to make a buck or two. Perhaps, he had picked them up on the street one day and decided to keep them. Men, I have realized are quite the pigs. They take what they want when they want it. There is a difference between seizing an opportunity (such as ruling the world) and desires. Needs are things necessary to survive. And I fear soon that we cats will soon dissolve into nothing but a memory. So my wishes are nothing but necessary. I fear I am steering away from what I intended to express. These women, I watch quite often when the tall man is rambling on about something that is so idiotic that a cat with my sort of IQ can't bare to listen too. I particularly like to listen to what the big one says. But like the tall man she sometimes rambles on such idiotic things that I wonder to the other woman's room. I find her confessing much. She has much compassion for that blonde man. I find her ramblings entertaining. She tries to suppress her feelings but I notice they tend to slip out. It is to no concern of mine as to how she feels but it does give me something to do. We cats watch humans at night. Why do you think we're always napping? So anyway about my plan...

Me:Yes, I know this is stupid but I was bored. So if you like it then tell me and I'll write more..but if you don't then. Well I don't really care! HAHAHAHHA!!!!! This is the second story I've written for a fan fic and I'd have to say this one is way better than the last. Well, anyway.bye!