Mouse chaser
My very important job as a kitty cat is to chase mice. And hunt them. But I mainly chase them. They are quick but I'm quicker. They never stood a chance. Execpt for Jacob, he got away, jerk. Next time I see him I'm giving him a stern talking too. With my teeth. My very, very pointy teeth. Why am I writing like this? This isn't how I normally write. I don't think, anyway.
My coworker, Charlie, has said that I suck at my job. "You aren't doing it right!" They say. "Your pounces are horrible!"
What a meanie pants. Wonder how many mice they have chased, cause I most certainly have chased more. I just know it. Talks all that talk yet never walks the walk. Should really get on my level.
Another coworker, Marcy, has complemented me on my amazing skills. "Oh my stars," he says, "you can really chase those mice!!1!"
I always say thank you, since I am so humble like that, but I'm starting to think he may have a crush on me. Just the other day he held the cat door open with his tail for me. Who even does that?? Not to mention the time he shared his fish with me, why would anyone share their very tasty fishy? Maybe there's some hidden motive, like he's trying to gain my trust. Not gonna happen! I'm waayyy too smart for that.
