Hey so I know it's been forever. I'd say it's been a lack of inspiration but honestly, it's been a lack of reviewers the last several chapters. But I do have something for those of y'all that have stuck with me. Thank you!

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My Favorite Human

So, a lot has changed in my life in the past year or so. Now, don't ask me how things were before I started living the cushy life, those days are best left to the imagination. But know this, I had all the dirty cardboard boxes I wanted, the entire world was mine to explore, but I still lacked all the love and care I've become spoiled with since then. And you know what; I wouldn't trade in my new life now no matter how much catnip you tried to bribe me with.

First off, let me explain something very important, humans are easier to train than you think. And no, not the sit-stay-wait training that dogs fall for. (Don't even get me started on that topic. I hate dogs with a passion) But the crinkle of plastic in the food room means cheese, cheese is yummy, and if I reach up and meow softly, Fluffy will sneak me a few pieces when Love isn't looking.

Oh, I'm sorry; I forgot to introduce you to my humans or their names as I refer to them. Fluffy is just that, always warmest spot in the house, although he does snore loudly on occasion and spends more time fluffing up his hair than is needed. I personally could get his hair to smooth out with a few licks if he'd sit still long enough to let me. But he sneaks me treats and plays ball so he's not all that bad. Just stay away from the 'big window' (for some reason my humans call it a television?) he'll get mad and tell me to get down. Ha!

And then there's Mama or is it Yama? I mean, my hearing is excellent despite my less than stellar vision, but so many human words sound the same. Anyways, Mama is my favorite person to cuddle with. He's usually the second one up in the mornings. (Why do humans get up early anyways? The best playtimes are in the dark. ) If I rub against Mama's legs and meow loudly enough when Love's in the shower (again why?) he'll crack open the bag of those dried fishy snacks I love. He calls me 'pretty girl' and mostly lets me do whatever I want, with the exception of touching those oddly-shaped objects that make way too much noise when he messes with the weird strings attached. I thought strings were meant to be played with and supposed to be quiet?

Now don't get me wrong, I really like both guys but my human ~my favorite human~ I call her Love, mostly because I love everything about her. To be honest, when Fluffy and Mama bailed me out of that smelly place where I stayed behind bars most of the day, I excessively meowed my displeasure the entire walk here. And don't even get me started on the cardboard box the humans tried to put me in, I have a thing against small containers that I can't see out of. I didn't know they lived with Love. I don't think I've ever purred so much in my life when Mama put me in Love's hands that day. She was the only thing that got me through all those days in that smelly place. She is, by far my favorite human.

Pop! Ting…ting…ting…ting…

Whoops, excuse me, but dinner's calling. Wonder what on the menu tonight? Tuna…? Chicken…? Oh I hope it's liver!

Thanks for reading! I know it's a little different.

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