My owner, Georgie, has many toys. From teddy bears, to trains, to toy dogs with cotton leashes that you expect to blindly obey you and not runaway (I will never understand why people give dogs so much of their trust). The one toy he does not have though, is a cat. I often sit upon a high shelf and enjoy looking down on him while he plays. To me, the human is the most amusing creature of all. I should write a book about them and their foolish ways. But anyway, these days were unlike any others of my short life.

Sitting on top of the bookshelf, I contently wash myself when it begins to creak. I jump off of the shelf and Georgie spots me. He lunges for my tail and I quickly pull away. I hiss at him and run off. “Toy Kitty! Toy Kitty!” He calls after me, reaching for my tail. I turn around and yowl, “I am not a toy to be used!” Georgie just keeps running after me, dismissing my rant, humans must be to dumb to understand the superior language of the cat. Suddenly, my big human grabs me and throws me into a cage. I hiss a few times and then spot my favorite toy. I wrap my tail around it and purr. Even though I am in a cage, at least I am away from Georgie and with my teddy.

The next day, my owners finally decide to let me free. I immediately jump onto my perch and continue watching Georgie. He smiles up at me and I meow back. The mother human comes up to Georgie and says, “how about you play outside?” Georgie nods enthusiastically and I follow them. Georgie giggles as he draws on the sidewalk. The mom leaves for a short second and something drastic happens. A tawny, buff dog with black eyes races towards Georgie and rams into him. He bites Georgie’s leg and it begins to bleed. The dog lunges for the innocent child’s neck when I jump down from the porch and attack the dog’s face. We hiss and growl and toss and toll. Finally, the dog pins me down and grabs my neck. I gasp for air as he flails me in his teeth. I begin to believe it was my final, sad, curtain call when a brawny tabby bites the dogs tail. It drops me and chases after the cat, leaving me as a puddle on the ground and my humans crowd around me. “She’s the bravest cat I have ever met . . .” The father human says in awe. Georgie smiles proudly and limps over to pet me. “She is my hero.”

After that, they take me to the vet where I get bandaged up. Georgie pays me respect and is gentle with me, and I finally get the gratitude I deserve. Who knows, I am like the queen cat of my household, maybe one day I will run for president. “President Olivia Paws Jackson, I like the sound of that.”