My owners leave me for days at a time and I see no one. They leave my bowl of cat kibbles on the counter, and a bowl of water.
They leave the kitty litter box in the laundry room, with the door opened.

It is very quiet here. Sometimes I look out the sliding glass doors and watch the birds in the birdfeeder.

My cat friends lay on the deck and mock me because I cannot go outside.

I lay on the sofa about twenty hours a day and sleep.

I dream of chasing those birds and freedom.

When my owners come home, if I decide to give them any attention, I let them rub my head and belly, if I feel like it I purr.

All in all, it’s a cat’s life for me.