Journal entry N°14- Klunk's thoughts:

Turtle Dad.

People who say cats don't care about their owners are… 99% right.

Cats are born kings and queens by nature; we are descendants of royalty and humans have always been our servants. Or staff, whatever is good for you.

When I met the weird looking human that later became my new owner, I saw an opportunity to rule like I was supposed to from the beginning. I was merely a kitten when my first human adopted me so I didn't know how to be a cat-lord.

And that cost me dearly.

Many months I spent out on the streets, learning how to be a cat-lord and how to rule over those cruel beings: the humans.

It was winter when I decided to go hunt for a new owner, a "master". He or she had to be innocent, pure… gullible.

The sound of laughter guided me to him, the weirdest looking human I had ever seen.

It was time to act.

With my best abandoned kitten eyes and a pitiful meow I got his attention.

Something was different about this… human. He was pure and innocent but more like any other human I had encountered before. He smiled at me and tucked me into his jacket and from that moment, all plans of being a cruel cat-lord drowned in the depth of his vibrant baby blue eyes.

The sea green colored human took me to his "lair" where I met the rest of my new owners.

I learned a lot of things about my new owner with the passing of the days:

His name was Michelangelo-the orange one and he was a giant turtle like his brothers.

He had a giant rat father whose name was Splinter and his brothers were called Leonardo-the blue one, Raphael-the red one and Donatello-the purple one.

I learned that they highly trained ninjas, a strong and united team and an admirable family.

I learned was that ninjas have a dangerous way of living: they fought for their lives, they got injured, and they had to do a lot of things to survive but as long as they were together, they were invincible.

My bitter past was being erased slowly the more I got to know them; they were funny, interesting and they cared about me. Especially the orange one.

He bought me toys and food, he let me eat his food, let me sleep with him in his bed… and every night, he would tell me how much he loved me and how glad he was to have me in his life. Then he nuzzled my head and said: "Sweet dreams, ninja kitty. My baby kitten"

Life was smiling at me again. I was truly happy and I didn't have to be a cruel cat-lord!

Then one night, the orange one dropped me inside someone's apartment.

This part I didn't like at all.

Last owner did the same to me and next thing I knew I was back in the streets because the humans inside that house didn't like cats so they literally kicked me out.

I heard him say the names April and Casey before he jumped off the window.

I was still dizzy from the shots the vet gave me so I didn't understand what was going on, why my owner was…. abandoning me. I started to think the whole loving and caring owner façade was just that: a lie.

I couldn't believe I had been lied to again!

When he came back for me…if… he came back for me, I could no longer be nice to him; I had to start acting like the cat-lord and master I am!

A week later someone came back for me. It was the blue one.

He talked to me the whole way to the lair and he didn't sound happy but I wasn't going to be deceived by this, I had to be cat-lord and master and give the orange one a lesson!

Then I saw him.

His chest and arms were covered in bandages; he was so pale he almost looked like… like he was dead.

So many questions, so many things I wanted to say… and no one could understand me.

Great, just great!

I looked at every one in desperation, I needed answers!

The purple one was saying something about some street punks… a fight… guns; the red one pointed at me and yelled it was my fault, that I had distracted the orange one.

There was an argument; the blue one tried to protect me from the red one and then… the orange one woke up.

"Where is he, where's Klunk? Donnie, where's my baby?!" He said.

I didn't understand anything and neither did the others. He explained that when we were coming back from the vet, he saw a robbery in progress; one of the thieves had seen me and tried to shoot me but the orange one took the bullet… for me.

He knew they were going to try to shoot me again so he went to the woman's house and dropped me there.

That's the part where I woke up.

Now I understood.

I felt like an idiot! How could I possibly think he… Goddammit! I wanted to cry, I wanted to punch myself for being such a judgmental fool!

I escaped from the blue one's grip and jumped into my owner's arms where I meowed as if I was in pain- and I was- and let my owner nuzzle me and pet me like he did every night.

People who say cats don't care about their owners are 99% right…. because I am the 1% that does care.

I was born a cat-lord, a descendant of royalty and I know what is my place … but I don't know what I'd do if I lost him, the orange one. This cat-lord has been enchanted by the kindness and love the orange one… no… Mikey… the kindness and love Mikey has showed me.

He has earned a place in my heart no one will ever have.

If my owner was someone else- even you, dear reader- I would act like the cat-lord and master I was born to be.

But it's him, Mikey, and I simply cannot treat him the way I'm supposed to.

He's not my human servant.

He's my turtle dad.

End of Journal entry N°14

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Grumpy Cat says: Cats ARE descendants of royalty. Read a history book for a change, humans!

Whoey: *nods* But seriously now, in my head this is how I see Klunk reacting to humans, his first thoughts on Mikey and the reason why they are inseparable but if I were a cat, I WOULD be a cruel cat-lord.

Don't judge.