My family drove on a bumpy unfamiliar driveway, just to get the new family member, a kitty. You don’t know how excited I was! We walked up to the house, the family greeted us and gave us our very own kitty, Lucy. She is this beautiful grey color and her eyes are like a light green explosion. She grew fast over the first year and so did her terrible attitude! I wasn’t very happy about that. She tries to eat me, my dog, stringy stuff, pom poms, our hamster, and way more stuff. When she doesn’t want to eat me, she sleeps beside and sometimes steals my pillow.
I was fast asleep when then I heard a huge BAM!!! I ran to the living room and there it was, the hamster cage on the hard floor. I looked at Lucy, then at the hamster. Lucy knew I wasn’t happy so she ran into the kitchen with fright. I gently picked up the cage and placed it back onto the bookshelf, looking at the frightened, poor hamster. I was thinking what’s Lucy’s problem! A few weeks passed and I got over her attacking my hamster. Oh, surprise, surprise she did it again and that time Sammy, the hamster, passed away. I hated her! After the incident happened I didn’t pay attention to kitty at all, (but I still love that she sleeps beside me every night, cause I still know she loves me).
I always ask my mom, “ Why do we even have Lucy?” All my mom does is give me that one look that parents do when they are annoyed.
I hate when I’m trying to plug my phone in, and next thing I know Lucy just has to pull the cord away. I always yell at her, “CAT!! What are you doing?” Or maybe, “Lucy, just stop. Okay?” She usually will just sit there and stare, or walk away with disappointment.
On the weekends, only the weekends, Lucy will wake me up and keep on making the squeaky meow from her “starvation” voice. I’m talking about non-stop eating. She’s always begging for food when she already has some in her bowl, and my mom says she not fat! “Oh, kitty is like the fattest thing in the world,” I think.
Even though she’s too fat to run, she does it anyway, but she only runs when she “needs” her food or when she’s chasing my dog, Stanley. When Lucy tries to catch him I say, “What did he ever do to you?”
She looks at me with wide eyes like she wants to say, “Everything,” but that wouldn’t ever happen so she just gives me that look.
I’m not excited at all anymore to have Lucy. I mean I want to keep her, but it’s just hard. She is a pain in the butt! At some points I just wish she would disappear. I keep on telling myself, “I like guinea pigs better.”