"Meow!" Cats Speak Out 5#

Ice sat on the cold pavement. Tears turned the soft white fluff on his cheek fur to untidy damp clumps. He watched as the rest of his owner's car turned into nothing but a small blue speck in the distance and then finally, diapered beyond the horizon. Ice fought the urge to chase after it some more. He had been running for what seemed like hours, trying to catch up to the car and show his humans that they had accidentally forgotten him. Although, something inside of him told him that them leaving him all alone was no accident.

Ice's paws stung as he got up. He looked down and lifted his paw to his face. It was cut and bloody from running on the hard road chasing after his humans. His humans....Fresh tears filled his eyes and ran down his cheeks. His humans. How could they have done this to him? Ice sat down, trying to stop the throbbing pain in his paws.

Images flashed trough his mind. His owners talking and looking at houses on the computer as he sat on their laps, purring. His owners putting up a large white sign in their yard as he wove through their legs. His owners sitting down and talking with a man as he licked their fingers. His owners loading up a big white van as he played with a lose string on the man's pant leg. And, finally, his humans stepping into the car as he desperately tried to get in with them.

Ice tightly shut his eyes, trying to escape the pain. Then, a horrible thought struck him. His owners hadn't been paying much attention to him before they left him. What if they didn't care? What if they wouldn't come back and cuddle him and tell him that they were sorry and that they missed him? What if--what if he was all alone forever? Did he have any friends in this cruel world? He knew the answer to the last question. No. He was alone. Alone forever.



-KittyLover8
© 2012

"Meow!" Cats Speak Out #4

Tiger meowed repeatedly until his owner caved and gave him another treat. Tiger purred as he ate the delicious treat. He rubbed his face against his owner's chin and then, at the sound of the doorbell ringing, he walked into the hall.


Tiger saw a human-no! TWO humans carrying a large package. Tiger's owner was now talking to them. Tiger sighed and sat down waiting for them to finish jabbering the day away and bring in the thing already. He needed to explore this object to make sure that it would pass "the home inspection".

Soon his human signed for the thing and the other people left. Tiger watched as his owner hauled the large object into the house all alone. Tiger decided to help his owner. He rubbed his owner's legs encouragingly. His owner stumbled and dropped the box right on Tiger! Tiger managed to get away (mostly) but the package hit his tail. Tiger screeched in pain and his human yowled with surprise. Within seconds, his owner lept to Tiger's side and puled the box off Tiger's tail. Tiger stumbled away from the box and flopped onto the bed. Sleep easily came to him.

-KittyLover8
© 2012

"Meow!" Cats Speak Out #3

Feather stood beside the window, listening to the rain drumming on the glass. Feather would bat at the droplets if they happened to dribble down the screen. Her ears twitched at the sound of a door opening. She ran down the stairs and raced through the small crack in the half-opened door.

Excitement flared through her as the the wet grass brushed against her long gray fur. Her ears flattened as she streaked past a fence. Slowing, she noticed her owner was almost upon her. Feather stopped; giving in, letting her owner bring her back to the warmth of her home.


Rain split her fur, and stray droplets sat on her whiskers. Shivering, she shook the drops off; much to the displeasure of her now-yowling owner.

Once home, her owner placed her on the floor and scolded her. Taking no notice, Feather walked away, tired after her mini adventure.

Before she slept, she looked out the window. She shivered, remembering the cold wind that had pulled at her fur and had bit at her nose and ears. Not looking back, Feather curled up on the bed. And, glad to be home, she slept.

-KittyLover8

© 2011

"Meow!" Cats Speak Out 2#

Cinnamon worked his paws up and down the wall as though he were digging. He liked doing this.

One day, while searching the house for something to explore, Cinnamon came across a hole in the wall. The hole was just a bit to small for him to fit through. So, Cinnamon pawed at the hole until a piece of wood fell from the hole to the floor. Jumping back in surprise, Cinnamon flattened his ears with fear.

After a while, Cinnamon approached it and sniffed it. "I guess that it will do no harm..." Cinnamon's cautious mew trailed off. He could now fit through the hole. It was dark and dusty in the hole, but soon he found himself outside. The house loomed over him, casting a shadow on the lush, green grass. Cinnamon walked some way before hunger drove him to search for food.

A mouse half-hidden by grass was just a few feet away from him. Cinnamon stalked the mouse, his eye shone in the midday sunlight. With one stealthy bite to the neck, the mouse fell limp in his jaws. He ate the mouse quickly.

Then a wave of sadness came over him. Cinnamon missed his owners. So, Cinnamon headed for home.

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Once Cinnamon had pushed his way through the hole, he slept, dreaming about his adventure.


-KittyLover8

© 2011

"Meow!" Cats Speak Out 1#

Ice tilted his head, about to pounce on a sock. He liked playing with socks. 'Plip' he landed on the sock. "What fun this is!", he exclaimed as he began to cover the sock with a bubblegum wrapper and invisible dirt. Ice walked out of the bedroom for there was too much to clean up in there.

He ran into the kitchen to grab a snack. There he searched the counters and found a few pieces of potato. How did it get there? He didn't know. Though one thing was for sure, it was yummy!

After licking up the potato scraps, he jumped off the counter. Ice had just spotted the couch. He scratched the soft cloth. The couch was now marked his.

Ice sighed. What a day! He had cleaned the bedroom, wiped the counters, and marked the couch his (by scratching it). "Well, at least I got a days work done!" he meowed joyfully.

-KittyLover8
© 2011

Meet Tiger

Tiger walked into his owners bedroom, after a nice midnight meal. To announce his presence,meowed, "Mew! Mew! I'm here!" he cried. No answer. Tiger sighed. He desperately wanted tub water. Even though his owner was asleep, he was still going get some. So, he lay down on the floor, and rolled over, belly up. He waited, and waited until he fell fast asleep

The next morning, Tiger awoke, just before his human. He meowed a distinctive "Murr?" to let his owner know that he was there. When his human looked at him, he waited just one second before he flipped over, and trotted out the door and sat down.

When his owner went into the hall to go downstairs, Tiger ran into the bathroom and jumped into the tub. "Oh, alright." his owner sighed, turning the tub water on. 'Now, THAT is the right way to get a drink.' he thought as he lapped up the flowing water.

-KittyLover8
© 2011

Meet Feather

Feather purred as her owners pet her. With a final rub against her humans toe, she meowed a good-bye and walked over to her dish. She loved her life. Nice owners, and plenty of food. What more could a girl want?

After a good meal, Feather went into her owner's bedroom for a look around. There was always something to explore or play with in there. A green hair ribbon lay on the floor. Feather silently began to stalk it, knowing that if she waited any longer, the ribbon might flee. She pounced on it, ripping little green strands out.

Purring with satisfaction, she walked out of the room with the string in her mouth. This was the only life to live.

-KittyLover8
© 2011

Meet Cinnamon

Cinnamon's tail twitched as he awoke in the folds of a blanket. As he got up, he yawned and stretched his stiff legs. He walked past his owner, who was still asleep, and jumped off the bed.

"Time for play", he meowed happily while exploring the moonlit room.

He noticed that the closet door was slightly open. He abruptly ran inside, not wanting this glorious chance to be wasted. He looked around and saw a folded up blanket. A fluffy blanket.....his FAVORITE blanket! He began to knead the soft fleece and suck on its folds.

Satisfied, Cinnamon walked out of the closet, still purring.

-KittyLover8
© 2011

Meet Ice

Ice returned in the wee hours of the morning from a night of prowling. The only light he could see was the dim moon showing through the dark clouds. He warily put paw over paw until a potted plant came into sight. He joyfully jumped into the pot and started to dig in the soft, brown soil. Dirt flew in the air and fell to the ground.

"Mission accomplished", Ice purred after he dug a nice, deep hole. Then he curled up and slept soundly.

-KittyLover8
© 2011