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The Soxie Diaries - the tales of a cat - COMPLETE!
« Thread Started on Mar 21, 2007, 4:30pm »

Well, this is a story based on the fact that the cat above was found at a school, and can now be found lurking in my bedroom.

* * *

Washing my white paws. I saw movement out of the corner of my emerald eyes, and looked up.

It was another human!

This school is risky to hang around, I thought.

Between the snakes and children, I don’t know if this is a safe place!

My thin body lept lightly out of a bush and I winced.

“Cat!” I heard a cry, and a face peeped through the bush.
She had red hair and dark skin, with warm, brown eyes.

However, she was reaching out a hand, so I brought up a claw and whacked it.

“Ow!” she wailed as I put paws forward and made my escape. Bounding over plants, I heard a faint voice, “I’ll be back . . .”

I caught up to my friend, who was a big, ginger tom.

He was known for his wisdom, but that did not give him the right to be wrong at least once in a while.

He was gazing at a pellet on the ground, light brown in appearance and though it looked suspicious, it was food nonetheless.

I let out a triumphant meow that could have been translated as “BONZAI!” and raced toward the pellet.

But Ginger got there first, and swallowed it down with a GULP that echoed in the otherwise silent garden bed.

He looked at me and meowed, “It’s for the best,” before he fell on his back and lay motionless.

I moved forward, and as I did so a rabbit came into view.

It was as motionless as Ginger, and had a half-nibbled pellet next to its mouth.

Then it clicked.

These pellets were EVIL.

I slowly backed away, and then found myself a spot to sleep on.

* * *
I yawned and stretched.

It had been cold, but it was a good spot to sleep.

I wandered around, ignoring the pellets and hunting for mice.

An aroma hit my nostrils and I followed the smell. It was cat biscuits, which I loved but had not eaten for a very long time.

I found the biscuits in a pile, and greedily attacked it. When I was done, however, a pair of hands grabbed me.

These human hands had the advantage of the element of surprise, which wasn’t looking good in my favour. I struggled in the small but strong arms and caught a glimpse of the human’s face.

It was Warm Eyes, who had kept her promise.
Where was she taking me? I was wondering. Will she harm me? Will she love me?

Not knowing was insane.
She was heading to a big machine; I think it is called a tar?

Anyway, she threw me in. and she was shutting the door, trapping me inside. I tried to escape, but she blocked me so suddenly, I ricocheted off her hand. I was feeling dizzy . . .
* * *
The next thing I knew, she was carrying me.

I felt too weak to protest, so I just lay limply in her arms. We went into the house with more humans.

There was a grown-up male, two young females, and two not-so-young males. They stared at me, and I felt like one of those snakes back at the school – everyone looking at them and rapping on the glass.

The two females had warm, brown eyes like “Mum” (they were saying that to the human holding me, so I guess I call her that from now on.

“Let’s put her on the minky,” the youngest said.

“Sure,” said the older one.

“Welcome to your new home!” they said to me as I was set down on a fluffy purple blanket.

It was so soft, and my throat started to rumble as my claws went in and out of the blanket.

They all began to stroke my coal-like body. It was just wonderful to sit there.

“What shall we call her?”

“Soxie.”

“Oh, good one, Mum!”

A bowl of food was set down in front of me. I steadied myself and sniffed out the contents.
There was a bit of everything. Kangaroo meat, that stuff that comes out of tins, and those lovely biscuits! I scoffed those down and didn’t touch everything else.

I think I’m going to like it here.

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