Piece of Advice.
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Yeah right. It's too good to be true.
A human?
Taking me home?
But I'm ugly. Penelope told me so.
Before she threw me out.
But this human looks the same as her. Blond hair, blue eyes. She's saying something.
I think I should listen.
"Kitty? Kity cat? Don't you worry one single bit. I am going to take you home and fix you up."
What? Home? Does she mean that I'm finally going to belong somewhere? As in, having a family?
No. I'm too ugly for that. And this girl. She's too pretty.
I don't trust pretty things. Penelope was pretty, and I trusted her.
What a great idea.
No, never again.
This butter-colored human would never...
Oh no! We've arrived somewhere. "We're home, Buttercup."
Buttercup? Who's Buttercup? Wait a minute...she's looking at me!
Did she...did she name me?
Yes! Penelope never did, she took one look at me and wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"No, mama, I don't want HIM. He's ugly." Then she opened the door and waved goodbye.
The butter-colored human was met by another human, an olive-colored one.
Ew, I hate olives. I hiss at the olive.
Another one, an old butter-colored person came and just stared at me.
The olive is angry, she's shrieking at my buttery human. I hiss at the olive.
Stop it Olive! You are meaner than Penelope! Just be quiet. After all, If the buttery one wants me, who are you to object? Meowing is a very easy language to learn. I'm fluent
All the sudden the olive stopped and stares at me. Her eyes were narrowed, but she was smiling a forced smile, "Of course we can keep him Prim. But he needs a bath first."
The olive yanks me away from the buttery one, whose name I now know is Prim.
Prim. Prim. Prim. It's a pretty name. I like Prim, the buttery one.
All the sudden the Olive is shoving me in a bucket of soapy water, making sure I stay down, under the water level.
It's suffucating. I gasp for air. No, the humans want to hurt me. Never again will I trust something pretty. Ever.
But then, the buttery one, Prim is pulling me out of the bucket, her salty tears dripping onto my already-wet coat. Her and the Olive argue, but Prim seems to win. HA! Stupid, yucky Olive.
I shiver and then meow to Prim, No Prim, don't trust the olive. She's evil, she tried to...DROWN ME!
Prim is cooing to me, and I like the sound of her voice so I stop meowing and every once in a while hiss at the Olive.
She looks defeated, and stomps away. "Bye Katniss!" My Prim calls after her.
Katniss. Katniss. Katniss. Are you kidding me? No, obviously not. KATniss. Cat. Kat. Katniss is the Olive. The Olive can not be trusted, no. Can't be trusted.
I meow, and Prim gets to work washing me and cleaning my wounds. I ponder over whether or not Prim should be trusted.
I go ahead and trust her, after all, she named me something pretty. That makes me feel pretty.
Prim is no Penelope. But I'm not so sure about the Olive, Katniss.
She's a min-Penelope.
Piece of advice: STAY AWAY FROM THE OLIVE!
After all, maybe one day she'll be found by Penelope and kicked out of the house.
Now that, I'd like to watch.