How it all began
The cat and I were great friends; I would do anything for him. He was always there for me. I'll always be there for him. I was walking back to my place one evening when I heard the rat bragging to some of the animals. I stood behind a tree and eavesdropped in on their conversation.
"And then I told the cat that the banquet was tomorrow instead of tonight and the idiot believed me!" The rat and everyone else laughed. What?! I can't believe that rat did that. I turned around and ran back to the cat's place. Maybe I can get there before it's too late.
I ran like this for a while. I looked around. I've never seen this part of the forest before. I looked around. The sun was starting to set. Oh no. I turned around and headed back. Maybe I can still find him. I ran until I bumped into someone. I looked up. It was the cat!
" Listen ... the rat," I said trying to catch my breath," he lied. The banquet is tonight. Look, we may still be able to make-"
Some stopped me. I looked up. It was God. He looked at us with anger.
"You two! You decided not to take my offer and stay home?" He yelled. I looked at him apologetically. "Fine. Have it your way."
Suddenly I grew and grew. Eight more tails grew off of me. I was scared. What did he do. I looked down. The cat stood there looking at me, only he didn't look like himself anymore. He looked more like a scary monster, one that was told to children to make sure they behaved. One by one the other animals walked towards us. They looked at us with disgust. My breathing was quicker than usual. I ran off. I stopped when I reached the river bank. I fell to my knees and started crying. It wasn't our fault we missed the banquet. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around.
"What happened to you?" The familiar voice of the rat asked. "I saw what happened to the stupid cat back there."
"Leave me alone." I said with hatred in my voice. "It's your fault that this happened to us."
"Hey. It's your fault for hanging around that idiot. Now come on you, at least you don't look as bad as him." The rat extended his hand out to me. I slapped it away.
"Stay away from me you filthy rat! I hate you!" I yelled. The rat walked back slowly. I turned around and saw how hurt he was. I didn't care. The only person I liked was the cat. Wait let me rephrase that, I love him.