Thread:Firefly Writings/@comment-35137341-20190808091952/@comment-39024013-20190808110006

Well... //extrovertly tells the history of my Cats//

''Back in the ancient times, when I was but a ugly 10 year old, I had three cats. The first two were called Whicket and Pumba. They were proud brothers and ruled The Street, and were the Lords Of The House and conquered the neighbourhoods around them, breaking into peoples houses and stealing their cat food, randomly fighting with other cats and peeing in their yards.''

''Pumba was gold-brown with black stripes, and although he was not the brightest of the duo, he was the strongest. He had fur around his neck that resemled a lion, and was very much like one. Legend says he would scare off dogs that were walking by with their owners, and he was the very reason why the other Cats of the street were intimidated by him.''

''Whicket was the opposite. His body was slender, his fur was smooth and his bones were weak. But his sharp mind was the reason why they could conquer every Street. His critical thinking and great intellect and intelligence gave him the ability to learn the wonders around him. When his owners would lock him in a room for being naughty, he would try to open it by clutching his paws around the handle, and sometimes it worked.''

''They had an adventurous youth. When they began to settle down and Elders, my sister went to Canada for a holiday, and gave us her Cat. She was named Teacake, after my Mother's favourite type of cake. She was a more feister Cat, and unlike Pumba and Whicket, who resolved their conflicts with both Cats and Humans with simple logic, Teacake preffered to hiss and fight and scream. She was not a conqueror, she was a warrior. As a little kid I never understood why she hated me petting her, and why she always hissed at everyone.''

''But then I began to grow empathy for the Cat. She was adopted on a train, back in the days where breeding laws were less strict and Cats were just given away on the street. She was told that Teacake was the 'ugliest' one and in fear that she would never be adopted, she took her. Her owner, the only person in her life that she truley loved, had abandoned her and gave her to us, even though she wasn't a family cat. And instead of welcoming her in love and support, me and my brother, being rude 8 year olds at the time, treated her unfairly.''

''And when I came to realize this, I started being nicer to her, even when she wasn't nice to me, and we developed a great emotional bond of love and affection that would last until death. ''

''But then, on an average morning, I was told Whicket had died, and then after that, Pumba. We buried them on our front lawn where to this day their spirits rest under the grass. After the end of their reign over The Street, everything changed. Cats no longer feared Pumba and Whicket, and they grew the courage to go into our backyard, both stray and not stray. Their rule had ended, and our l̶a̶w̶n̶  land was now a disputed area among Cats. ''

''And Teacake, being only able to defend the front lawn, could not do anything. But then a new age came. Out of the pound, came a mixed brown female cat with a main like Pumba's, (Although her's was white) and a mind like Whicket, emerged from the shadows and became one of our pet's. But she wasn't the Heir other's expected. She approached People and Cats with love, peace, and affection, rather than war and violence.''

And her name was Ezri.