I wish I knew the girl's name. But obviously I don't find out. Humans refer to other humans by their names, but not to themselves. They're very strange sometimes. I just purr every time she says "Buttercup", and she hugs me closer.
All this feels very good, but why is it taking so long for her to reach home and feed me? Her house doesn't seem to be in town, but out on the outskirts, where all the poor humans live. How is that possible? Isn't she going to feed me? How can she, if she doesn't have enough food to spare. If she's been lying to me, I'll have to escape. And it's a long walk back to town. Better do it now. I struggle in her arms, but she strokes my head and soothes me. I decide to see where she takes me before escaping.
She pushes open a squeaky door, and I am disappointed to see the size and condition of the house. I don't think I'm going to get fed. I must be just a way of amusing the girl. A plaything. I hiss and try to escape her clutches. Another girl, older and dark-haired looks at me, disbelief and disgust registering on her face. She says something to the younger girl, pointing at me. She obviously doesn't like me. Well, I don't like her much either. Just another human to compete with for food. So when she seizes me, I hiss even more, scratching anything I can get my claws on. The older girl sounds angry now. Good.
Suddenly she dunks me head-first into a bucket of water. I choke and splutter. I hadn't expected this. Am I going to be killed and eaten? No human should ever be trusted. As I struggle to keep my face out of water, I feel a sense of satisfaction that my claws are very, very sharp.
Suddenly the first girl comes to my rescue, shrieking at the one drowning me. Ok, one human can be trusted. But not this other one. Are they sisters? I don't think I'd want to live with the older one, even if her younger sister takes good care of me. The younger girl pats me dry with her sleeve and gives me something to eat. It's tasteless, but it fills me and I'm grateful. The older girl looks extremely upset. I shoot her a smug look. She glares at me and looks away. Ha! Maybe I wouldn't mind living with her. It could be very entertaining.