The Bionic Cat

Totally unbelievable.  There I was, minding my own business, when the dad came out of nowhere and swooped the annoying fuzzy yellow guy up into "the cage." The cage is so scary. Every single time I go in that prison cell, I end up going somewhere scary...somewhere where dogs are barking, other cats are peering out at me from their own prison cells, and then some lady in a white coat pokes and prods at me...and then sticks me with a needle.  So, when the dad came to get Butterscotch, I hid.  I hid enough that he couldn't get me, but I also wanted to see what was going on.  Well, the dad and everyone else got in that cool vehicle in the garage and drove away.  I waited anxiously for their return...and waited...and waited...The sun came and went that day, and I started to get scared.  Maybe they had all left me there alone.  Finally, they came back...only...Butterscotch was gone.  I thought I'd be happy. I thought I'd be ecstatic.  I thought my life would be better.  However, I found that I was shocked.  I was sad.  I was alone.  My people came in, said good night to me, and then they promptly left me alone...again.  I howled and scratched the door...and howled some more.  The mom wasn't too happy with my howling...although the dad just slept through all of it. The mom allowed me to come into what they call the bedroom.  I was so happy!  I purred and purred. Apparently, that annoyed the mom because she kept telling me to be quiet (and she wasn't saying it in a nice voice either!).  I decided to knead something soft.  The mom got mad and yelled at me...guess she didn't think her arm was so soft.  Eventually, she closed her eyes.  I didn't know why, so I went up and looked down on her face.  Occasionally, she'd open up her eyes, look right back at me, and push me away. She muttered something about "too close," "whiskers," and "need my space."

The next day I tried to be the best cat possible. I figured that Butterscotch was taken away because he's such a dumb cat. Although I'm not dumb, I didn't want to lose my family, too, and spend forever in the cat cage. I still didn't quite know what to think, so I stayed out of reach when possible.  After a few more times of the sun disappearing, the dad came home one night with...this is totally unbelievable...an upgraded version of the annoying fuzzy yellow guy.  He had a super cone around his face and a bionic leg. I know it was bionic because it didn't have any hair on it.  His powers were so strong that he had to be in "isolation" (that's what my people kept calling it).  Occasionally, they would allow him to come out. Each time they did, I could see it...he was definitely different.  I was scared, so I hissed and growled...not that I would be able to stand against the new "Super Butterscotch."  However, there was no way that I was going to let him know I was afraid.  The people are now letting him out of isolation more and more each day; although, he always goes back into isolation at night.  I wonder what he does in there:  maybe he refuels, recharges, comes up with ways to get revenge on me. Boy, I now kind of wish I had been nicer to him.  Maybe it wasn't so bad having him be so stupid; at least I was still the alpha cat.  No cat can stand against the super cone and the bionic leg...

 

 

*Note from a human:  Butterscotch recently had surgery at Cornell Companion Animal Hospital.  He had what is called a femoral head ostectomy. He did indeed have a cone...and a shaved leg (due to stitches). As far as an upgrade and a bionic leg, that is to be determined...

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