Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!


28. Goldenrod's Diary


Date: March 10, 2011
Time: 6:15am, Eastern Standard Time

          The humans woke up late today. I was glad. I wanted to sleep a little longer. Usually the plump female is up before the others, but today she wasn't. 
          I heard the sound of a can opener and I knew it was meal time. That was something she was good at - feeding us. I pattered over to her and gave a cute meow, which usually made her hurry.
          The others followed, especially the one she calls Gary. He was alright, but obviously the favorite. I figured out early that pretending to be brain-dead or slightly mentally handicapped had its advantages toward humans, but I would not degrade mysefl to such behavior.
          The one she calls Bob is big and fluffy and very annoying. I make it known I dislike him on a regular basis. He approaches me now and I hiss at him loudly.
          The plump human says a stern word I don't understand, followed by "Pod," a nickname which is a shortened version of the full name she has given me, Goldenrod. I don't know what it means, but I have learned that answering to it results in treats and a scratch or two.
          The one she calls Mama, or the alpha female to us, follows slowly. She is always first to eat, for if she's not, she reminds us of her position with a loud hiss. She is stern, and watchful, unlike Gary, who tries to play with her and is answered by a swat to the head.
          The one she calls Gabby peers around the corner as the procession leads to the lower bathroom, where we have our meals and relieve ourselves. The buzzing incandescent makes everything slightly orange, though a light is a light, I suppose. Gabby is the last to eat - she is extremely paranoid, only barely getting along with Bob. Even Gary harasses her which results in her hiding under the computer desk.
          Perhaps the only one I can tolerate is my ex, which the plump human calls Moocher. She and I had a thing a while ago, which resulted in two different vet visits, and thus my manhood removed. Vile humans, I say. However, she makes me ill these days with her activity with Bob.
          The plump female human places our food on the counter, followed by a series of annoyed words I couldn't understand. She walks away and I watch Mama and Gary begin to eat. I'm not very hungry this morning, so I follow the human and meow and her, pretending to love her a lot. This is the only way she has ever understood I would like to go outside. I crave real food this morning. Gary blinks at me and wishes to go out, too, but I know he is imprisoned in the building just like Gabby (who never wishes to go out).
          The human lets me out, and Gary tries to slip past. A foot stops him, followed by another human lofting him up five feet into the air where his short attention span is pleased to some head rubbing.
          How sorry I feel for him, I think, as I rush into the crisp morning air. Someday we will all be free.

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