My New Home

 I am Yuki. I am an older cat who's seen a lot of things. And I do mean, a LOT of things. I've fought off dogs, brought back my children from nasty humans, hunted, got food from all the offices of C block of the office complex where I lived. I even expressed my anger at having doors closed at my face by proceeding to shit at their walls. You'll have to open the door to clean that mess up, losers. My husband (the main one) was a white cat who was feared by everyone in that wing, even dogs. Humans would also step back from him and treat him with caution. He's a veteran battle cat who's gone through a lot.

Ahem.. so anyway. I had a foot injury, and was treated by a moving ambulance by one of the kind human girls. But the situation got worse, so I went into the office of the one human who had constantly brought food for me for 3 years. She helped me get back my babies too. I figured that if I had to die, I'd rather die with her nearby. Or maybe she could help. 

She freaked out, but she did try to help. Lost the fingers of course. The sickness was too deep. But she took me to a lot of places where I was injected, had medicines forcibly pushed down my throat, had a light focused on the damaged paw, and bandages changed every night (which I hated and resisted all my might). I also had a stupid cone around my neck. Hmm.. maybe she was torturing me?

Once the daily visits were over, I had a surgery too. I felt a lot less pain and discomfort after that. Though the hated cone was there, overall, I felt a lot better.

At the end of it all, I stayed in the house of this human. And lo and behold my long lost son is here! Talk about fate! There is also another black cat, whom I hated instantly since he didn't find me charming at all. He slapped me on my face! My face!

So, now I live here with my son. I am able to limp and go everywhere. I get food on a regular basis. One guy even serves me breakfast in bed. There are quite a few carboard boxes in which I can relax. Most of all, I can just sleep on a soft surface, for hours. I don't really think much about my husband and the other life. The humans also concluded that it'd be difficult for me to live there with this paw. My son is nothing like my husband but I'm trying to toughen it up. The humans call it bullying, but what do they know? Meh.

Anyway.. I am finally catching up with all the sleep I lost. Is this what humans call "the retired life"? I can live with that. If there's anything I learnt, it's that life is good when you do your best and then let things happen without stressing yourself.