Epilogue
Cleocatra
I have found my true destiny.
Living on a farm is nothing like house cats portray it as. Sure, there is shit everywhere, and there are plenty of disgusting ogres who grunt more than speak, but it is not as dreadful as they want you to believe.
I have more mice bowing to me than ever before.
Birds practically fall from the sky by bullet or natural selection.
Trees beg me to climb them.
And I have a cat door now. A cat door . Can you even believe it? Coming and going as I please. I never thought I would be this kind of feline, gallivanting around in grass, rolling in dirt, and napping on the porch swing with that old woman who might think I’m actually a dog since she commands me to fetch.
But who really cares because I live on a farm, life is good, and Dad is going to marry my human before she gives birth to her litter. It’s about damn time since she’s been in heat for months now.
I hope she doesn’t expect me to foster her kittens.
I just simply don’t have the time.
I’m busy.
Very, very busy.
THE END
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