"Sitting in James' truck at the gas station, I began to question my choice to leave. No. Karen and James had their chance, that sparrow was the last straw.
I had hunted, killed and gifted 47 prey by that point and every one had been met with disgust and rejection. After duly showing gratitude for my humans handing me ownership of themselves and their land, Karen grabbed me by the neck and rubbed my face in the delicious meal I had brought them. I was baffled and deeply offended. I didn't understand them, they didn't understand me, it was time to move on.
Without me patrolling the garden, Karen and James would most likely be eaten by dogs. So be it, I had no more use for them."
Edit: That is more karma than I know what to do with.
"If I'm honest, James got more than he deserved. He only ever seemed to reject my gifts as a result Karen's wild squawking. While he still refused to eat them when she wasn't around, he would scratch my ear and make quiet sounds. It was as if he appreciated my generosity but he didn't understand the purpose of the gift.
James was mostly good to me, now he has no owner and no truck. I don't care about him at all but I have this strange heavy feeling in my stomach when I think about how he must feel."
Didiams on August 13rd, 2017 at 05:36 UTC »
The face of a cat who can't remember if he buried his shit before he left
melbbear on August 13rd, 2017 at 09:50 UTC »
I thought cat was a typo for car, i was delightfully wrong
lilSalty on August 13rd, 2017 at 10:12 UTC »
"Sitting in James' truck at the gas station, I began to question my choice to leave. No. Karen and James had their chance, that sparrow was the last straw.
I had hunted, killed and gifted 47 prey by that point and every one had been met with disgust and rejection. After duly showing gratitude for my humans handing me ownership of themselves and their land, Karen grabbed me by the neck and rubbed my face in the delicious meal I had brought them. I was baffled and deeply offended. I didn't understand them, they didn't understand me, it was time to move on.
Without me patrolling the garden, Karen and James would most likely be eaten by dogs. So be it, I had no more use for them."
Edit: That is more karma than I know what to do with.
Thank you for the insulting PM, kind stranger.
"If I'm honest, James got more than he deserved. He only ever seemed to reject my gifts as a result Karen's wild squawking. While he still refused to eat them when she wasn't around, he would scratch my ear and make quiet sounds. It was as if he appreciated my generosity but he didn't understand the purpose of the gift.
James was mostly good to me, now he has no owner and no truck. I don't care about him at all but I have this strange heavy feeling in my stomach when I think about how he must feel."