Hello, I'm Comet, the original pet in this house before all these strangers came here and settled into my domain.
Yeah, it used to be just me and John and Peggy Rosser. They were nice old retired people who didn't bother me much and scratched me behind my ears when I wanted them to. Other than that we all respected each other's space, and that suited me fine.
Then John died, and then all these other people started coming around. And some of them stayed to live here. They were all annoying, except for that girl, Helen, who took care of Peggy until she died. Then Helen left too.
The new humans were bad enough, but that silly pig-rat creature, she's just too much. They call her Penelope. I'm sure she's made a point to talk to you about me already, so she can slander my good character before I can even have a say. She ridicules me and belittles me constantly. Oh, she's so annoying!
Alright, I'd better stop thinking about Penelope because all it does is make me upset. I'll try to ingore my annoyance at her for now, so we can have a decent conversation.
Do you hunt? Aw, you don't have to answer. It's just that I live for hunting. For some reason the woods don't go as far as they used to, and there are a lot more animals in what woods there are. That makes it easier to catch prey, but there have been fewer animals to hunt than there were in earlier times. Oh, well, I'll hunt out there until the last rodent and bird are in my kingly feline stomach.
Sometimes when I'm bored, I go with Penelope into the areas where all the cars and humans are. I don't know why I go with her; she always abandons me down at the corner. Then I just wander around a bit and watch the humans down there.
Oh, humans—now that's a set of nut-cases that's topped by no other. Except John, Peggy, and Helen, of course; but then they're all gone. Humans are idiots! Why, they're worse than Penelope, and that's saying something.
Just wait a minute, I can hear you thinking. I know I'm "just" a cat, and how am I able to know whether humans are doing something smart or not. Come a little closer and I'll whisper you a secret: There's this woman did stuff to some of us animals. They call her Kaggla, and her skin is black as the night with no stars deep in the woods.
Penelope lured me to Kaggla's house, or whatever it was. She did something to my collar that makes me understand things the way humans do. I did notneed this intrusion into my catliness, but Penelope said it was a good thing—of course Penelope would say that because they say Kaggla made her. But for the rest of us, it's like hearing sounds that were there all the time but you couldn't hear them because your ears were all clogged up. At least that's how Kaggla explained it to me.
I did say there was a "rest of us," didn't I? Kaggla's done the same to some other creatures. She calls it a gift to us, but I suspect we're just living toys to her. And that wretched Penelope got me into this too! Oh, there I go again, getting upset about Penelope—again.
Well, since I do have this new gift, if that's what they want to call it, I might share the fruits of my new abilities with you. You seem to be interested. In any case, I'm sure my ideas will be much better than Penelope's anyway. Now, that thought makes me feel good!
See ya 'round.
