This is me. My name is Meow Meow. I am a cat.
My mother and father before me, and my grandfather and grandmother before them, were also cats.
I live here. It is small, but it protects me from the outside.
My best friends are stuffed animal tiger and this plastic toy. I love them very much.
My favorite activities for intellectual stimulation are sniffing oranges, pursuing the clever evading
rope at the end of this road, and a complex, stimulated hunting exercise with crumpled
paper balls. One day, it arrived, the redfish. Although I did not know what it was, something
in me knew it was my enemy. Something in me knew I had to destroy it.
I stood in front of my victim, yet I could not move. As she stared at me, I realized
she wanted to be my friend. At the time, I only had two friends. It is said you count
your age by friends, not yours, and at this moment I became three.
I did not destroy my enemy, the redfish, but do I not destroy my enemies when I make them
my friends?
