Every day I’m out in the fields, searching for prey. Today I spent the morning crouched over a hole, scarcely breathing. Can they smell me, the way I can smell them? The scent fills my nostrils and his neck is in my mouth before I realize it. I shake and he thrashes; he’s gone in an instant.

I munch on this one for awhile; his meat isn’t what the boy deserves. Too old, too many bones; the boy nee...

The life of a cat isn’t always easy. Humans think we lounge around all day, waiting to be fed, disappear, and sleep. We’re no real bother to them, so they assume we have it easy.

That’s simply not true.

I’ve been a stray, sulking around crowded streets hoping for crumbs. I’ve been left in the wild, to fend for myself and my siblings, climbing trees and chasing mice to our hearts’ content.

But ...

My memory mostly is of their cat, Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell was fat and bad-tempered. She disliked children and probably for good reason. She spent most of her time sleeping in places that nobody could reach. On the tops of high cabinets in rooms that seemed to have the least foottraffic although in a family with that many children there wasnt really a room like that. There was the living room, which...

'Mew...' a small voice came from behind a stack of boxes.

Aji heard it and peeked around the boxes. A small kitten shivered there. Aji gasped at seeing it and carefully reached down.

The kitten saw her hand and hissed before bating at it. It's sharp claws cut through Aji's skin.

"Ow..." She pulled away.

The kitten pressed itself to one of the boxes with its back arched. Aji stared into its eye...

She walks through the door.

Her head held high.

“Me-ow,” she grins, licking her lips.

“Willow?” I run over and pick her up. “There’s blood on you- are you okay?”

“Me-ow.” She kicks, I sit her down. She looks at me with devilish green eyes, the black kitten trots to the door and looks over her shoulder as if she’ll lead me to something.

“Are you bringing me somewhere?” I follow. “Where are we go...

After legging it out of practice, I narrowly avoided disaster on the bus home. With every bump and turn I was whacked by some tall guy’s obnoxious guitar case, each jab setting off whatever crazy fizzling feeling had made the beakers explode in chemistry. I got off two stops early because the itching under my skin had become unbearable and it felt like I was about to implode. And I’m not having TH...

The day we released my sweet Claire

Was the day my world shattered

We released one hundred and thirty four balloons into the sky

One for each day of her precious life,

And as they lowered her tiny casket into the ground

I couldn’t even see it because of all the tears in my eyes

I slept at the gravesite that night

And stumbled home the next morning,

A mess of grass stains and mud

I threw mysel...

I stare into her big, green eyes. Her soft fur in my hands as I lift her up. Her pointy ears, her little nose and her long whiskers on her cute little face. Her fur is grey and her nose pink. She is, of course, a cat. A beautiful, adorable, fluffy cat.

My cat....

sky plastered with paint strokes

light baby blue

the color of the ocean

and the crashing waves

coral the color of peach

and the faint blush on your cheeks

clouds of mist

streaming like the soft rain

tattering on the roof

peaceful through the open window

two creating something new

mixing to create a galaxy of hearts

gazing into your eyes

olive green

the color of the deepest woods,

of adventure...

(Fido’s pov)

I woke up early in the mourning. Jumping up onto the window ceil I watched a red bird in the backyard. The sunlight was warm on my fur.

“Okay I better get to work.” I said to myself. I jumped onto kimo’s bed digging my claws into the mattress I was able to climb onto it. I rubbed my head across Kimo’s hand purring. I meowed loudly in his ear. Kimo groaned.

“Be quiet Fido it’s Satu...