Hello, I'm Penelope. No matter where you're from, I'm sure I look strange to you, as I'm not really a species of animal. I'm just me. This science lady from a planet called Gatton made me in her laboratory. At least that's what they told me about where I came from.
I am a pet of this young woman named Penny. Well, her real name is Penna but she doesn't tell that to everyone because she's only half human—the other half of her family is Nenmaran. That's another planet somewhere in the stars in the night sky. Okay, that's all fine with me—I've learned the expression "whatever," and it fits very well in this case, thank you.
Part of me is from Nenmar too. The science lady, whose name is Kaggla,very cheerful and nice lady, made me from stuff from these pellar creatures on Nenmar. The pellars are like pigs and hogs, and that suits me fine to be like them because I've been told they're very smart. But Kaggla also used stuff from a rat in an experimental lab over at the college. That's how they explained to me that I am shaggy like that furry rat and I have split-hoof-like sections on my paws. Actually, it works very well for me, and I can do things that Comet can't. He hates that, and that makes me laugh at him.
Oh, Comet—he's so vain. He's a neutered male cat that is another pet of Penna's. In fairness to him, Comet is a good hunter. He's very good at catching mice and rats, and then eating them. Oh, why then am I not afraid of Comet if I'm part rodent myself? Well, for one thing I have much sharper teeth than he. And pellars are ferocious creatures to their enemies (but not their friends), or so I've been told. Their enemies are Nenmaran pellims, but pellars are tougher, and smarter, and faster than they. And I'm part pellar—half to be exact. I have tusks like the pellars, too; and because I'm much smaller, my tusks are much sharper than those of my porcine cousins. Even the pellars are not as big as the pigs on the farms around here, but they, and of course I by association, are not to be messed with. Comet knows that, and I think he's finally coming around to respecting and liking me besides just tolerating and accepting me. That makes me feel good. I even consider Comet to be my buddy, and I hope that someday soon he will consider me in the same way.
I hope you don't mind my rambling somewhat. In some strange way I can think more clearly when I just let it all stream out. I watched this old movie once, I forgot the name, but this guy was trying to show how well he could shoot a gun so he would be hired to protect something or other. Humans use guns, which is understandable as they have no teeth fit for fighting. Penna and her husband, Ricky, carry around guns all the time; whatever.
What was I just talking about just now, anyway? Oh, yes, the guy trying to shoot the gun straight. He asked the person watching him if he could move around as he shot the gun. The watcher guy said something like okay, whatever, and the guy shooting the gun hit everything he shot at, as he moved around shooting. I think it was because he didn't have to think about standing still anymore and could think only about shooting the gun that let him do so well.
They told me all the movies are not real life, but just people acting out something they're told to. I just don't see the point of that. There's too much real stuff to watch within my roaming range to waste my time sitting and watching someone do something fake. Sometimes I can get Comet to come along, but he always decides to go a different way somewhere on our outings.
Well, to be fair to Comet, it's really me who ranges far and wide. I've figured out how to get on the bus and pretend I'm someone's pet. It's kind of funny, really; everyone thinks I'm another person's pet. Then I get off the bus like I'm following my master. Works beautifully. One thing I've learned from Comet is to take a roundabout way to get somewhere so no one knows exactly where you're headed. I like giving Comet credit for smart things,even though he's so very conceited. Perhaps I can get him to change someday—or perhaps not.
One thing humans like to do is watch each other, but not let each other know that they're watching each other. It's so funny to watch! Watching the watchers—I just have to come back for more. Well, that's where I have to go for now. Gotta do some more people watching.
It's been nice meeting you. Perhaps we'll run across each other again and we can swap people watching stories. I'd like to do that if it's okay withyou.
See you later. Bye.
