Jellicle The King

Tuesday, November 17, 2009 Posted by revalbertkang

Written by my own paws - Mercy

The inevitable has happened. Jellicle the Cat is now the new King. I have been deposed as the Queen. Ever since, Jellicle moves into our house, he has been occupying our 'house'. Yes, the big cage that used to house both Goodness and me is now his castle. He lives in absolutely comfort. Mommy and Daddy even give him a little toy tied to a string. Every day, they pull the string a few times to excite this silly creature.

Jellicle the Cat has also charmed our parents with his soft enchanting purring. He sits in their laps and generates a low vibration that seems to bring smile to our parents. When we try to charm our parents by using the same approach, nothing but a rough growl echoes from our canine vocal cords.

This instead creates an opposite effect! Thinking that we are growling at Jellicle, our parents sternly warn us not to growl at that despicable monster.

Nowadays, Jellicle the Cat is behaving like he owns the whole place. Wherever he walks, we have to give way. Daddy gives us specific lectures on how we should love our newly adopted 'brother'. Daddy says that we are bigger, stronger and have bigger mouths and teeth. We should love and protect Jellicle because that horrible critter is smaller, weaker and have smaller teeth.

What Daddy does not know is that we are the victims and need protection. Every time, when Goodness and I accidentally stray into Jellicle's path, that crazy feline arches his back and hisses like a boiling kettle. At one time, my poor sister has to jump higher than the... Petronas Tower, just to get out of his way.

My mommy wants to cut Jellicle's claws but Daddy disapproves. Daddy says that since Jellicle will take a walk around the neighborhood by himself, he would need his claws to protect himself from other cats or animals. What Daddy does not realize that Jellicle is using the same claws against us. A few times, we almost got our eyes and noses scratched out.

To prevent the loss of our senses, Goodness and I have devised a plan. We now stay far away from him. In short, we avoid him at all cost.

The story does not end there. I have my own way to get back at this monster. Whenever he gets out of the cage, I will enter and finish all his food. In this way, I hope to starve him to ... become a skinny cat.

Woof, woof, triple woofs!