My claws made short work of the fence. It was always a joy to climb the old wooden pole fence overgrown with those yellowish flowers that overwhelmed my nose with the intense scent of nature. I never understood why my younger human liked the flowers, he said they where nice and red. I never understood the colour red, it wasn't blue or yellow. I tried to search the meaning to red, but I always ended with white. In my idea my human is just flawed to perceive the world in a strange way. Would my white be red to him? I wonder as I made my way to the sunroof.
Glass was another of those strange things my humans liked, I could barely see it but stand on it. I don't complain much now adays I learned to deal with it and it's quite nice. It protects me while basking in the sun or like now; it makes a nice vantage point to gaze upon my territory from up high. It was not the highest I could go but the higher point all has steep slopes unable to sit or lay on, pure rubbish.
A gush of wind-blown trough my black fur, it was not to chilly today but the big yellow circle in the sky had hidden itself behind dark clouds, I hope no sky water will fall today. My humans are gone for the day and I don't fancy getting wet. Maybe they would bring more of the white goodness from the noise can? My old human always gave me some, it was a pure treat.
While I was ready to slow my trail of thought and take a much-wanted rest, my ears perked up. Something was moving down below; there I spot it. A rival, a pure black cat that would always pester me. His fur was rough and not kept well, did he not know the proper grooming techniques? Did his mother never teach him?
My hiss was a warning as I jumped up on my legs, I will teach him that his is mine. My humans, My territory, not yours. I ran towards him as fast as I could my legs carry with honed precision. I did not matter I had to jump down many times my own hight, or that the ground was hard and uneven. I had him.
He escaped trough plants and bushes away from me. Of course, I cased him, I only allow to share my territory with one black cat, and I haven't seen him in many moons. His humans are still there but he no longer. I ran across the open plains of rock where the loud moving boxes moved and fast going people rode, they're not alive horses. Over more wooden structures and into more brushes and into forging territory. I could no longer smell the rival or any other felines. The territory was stone and smelled human made. I did not like the territory, I had to get out. My senses tingled but I did not quite know how, something was terribly wrong.
That is when I felt the pain, something hit me in my flank. When I regained my heading, I could see a human with a ball. He kicked it again and straight into my flank again. The pain was excruciating, I could not get to the human and claw him like he deserved. A fence was a climb my body was no longer capable of, I could see a hole through. My hurting body fuelled with the fear or pain made me leap faster then I ever thought I could trough the hole on the street. I was safe for now. I did know my way home, I lazily laid down in front of the territory I share with my humans, they led me in when they came home. For me it was time to nap, I felt so very tired and my sides hurt.
My young human came home early, good. He let me trough the wood and glass opening into the territory. The pain did not go like I wished, it only grew worse and thus I placed myself up on my resting spot to oversee the inners of my territory and watch my human look at the box with moving pictures. I fell asleep again, oh I was getting so tired from the pain, so tired. Maybe a nap was not a bad idea.
I was woken by my younger human petting met, it felt nice, yes scratch behind my ears and my chin. No, don't! I hissed as my human touched my flank. It hurt so much, please don't. He seemed concerned and slowly touched it again, I do not know what he wanted to do. They often seem to hurt me to help me, it was an odd concept. But the pain the sheer pain.
My claws lashed out on instinct, I did not want to hurt my human, but my body disagreed with me. I could hear the command for 'soft paws' but my body did not care. I could smell the scent of blood, my humans' blood. He pulled his hand back, stupid but also something his body did without his will. I could see the yellowish blood dripping from his hand, and he rushed off. I am sorry my human, So sorry. But I couldn't anymore, time for another nap.
I was woken up by the sound of the noise can, my treat. But I was so tired and not hungry. I could nap more. The pain just numbed my brain it all slowed down. My train of thought was just slow. I could see my humans eating and moving but they where just getting faster…or was I getting slower? I just wanted to nap but they looked at me with fear. Often coming close and petting but I barely moved. Moving hurts, my body hurts, please let me alone. My humans I will get better soon, just let me nap.
I did not register the passage of time but when I opened my eyes it was another day. The sun was now shining trough the sunroof and down up on me. The warmth felt nice, but it made me even more sleepy. Why can't I just nap more? My older human had put the case down. It was the case that signalled I had to go somewhere. The last time they brought me there I took a deep nap and woken up with missing something. I did not know what, but my scent no longer changed in spring and I did no longer feel the want to have other cats near me and on me.
Now I was slowly lifted by the soft sheet under my body into the case. I did not even care to jump out of the case. Just so tired. My human brought me to the strange human, all white and on a cold shiny table. They talked about me, I could hear my name and soon I was carried off into a strange room with the smell of many animals. Did they want to get rid of me? I only woken up here once but now I am brought here.
A strange object moved over me, doing something. It cast a white cross on my body where it hurt, and I could hear a loud click. Someone was holding me in place, but I did not care to move. Just so tired, it hurts now even when I breath. I felt like I was getting not enough air. Even the walls of the cage they put me in afterwards felt like they shrunk on me. Just let me sleep, I need a nap.
I woken up by moving again, why can't I be let to sleep. I was brought to the strange room with the cold table again. I could see my humans, the old and the young. Both looking to me both concerned. But if they were concerned why couldn't just let me sleep. The strange white human was doing something, I could feel my pain in my rear leg. I snarled, why they must hurt me more? I already have to much pain! I snarled but couldn't really move, I was weak. So weak. When did I become so weak?
Slowly I the pain stopped but I still felt weak, I still barely could breath. I could feel another thing in my leg, but the pain did not come. I started to feel even more sleepy, I just wanted to nap. I closed my eyes, constantly getting petted by my humans. Yes, this felt good. Now I just napped. I slept and slept. Eventually I felt nothing anymore, not the touch of my humans. Not the touch of the cold metal bench. I could feel neither cold nor hot. It was like I was floating while I just stopped thinking. I just stopped everything, is this a new sleep? Another nap I never know before. I let it envelop me, my mind as black as my fur.
I hope my humans are alright trough. I hope I see them soon.