Happy Cat Owners

Dear friendly feline

         You have asked for the story of my life as a cat with only one eye, so here you are. Beware, for you might end up wanting to be a cat with one eye too.

One day my left eye began hurting something dreadful. I felt like I couldn't even open it! I meowed around all morning with pain. To make things worse, my owners picked me up and shoved me into a cage to bring me to the dreaded vet. Once there, the vet attended to me and she put some gooey stuff in my eye. It stung really bad, and didn't do anything. My owners left me and I had to sleep in this little hole in a wall with a gate in front of it so I couldn't get out. I saw that many other cats had been put in the same position. Everyone left the building and all the cats slept soundly.

         The next day the vet came back and took care of us. She looked at my eye with this little light thing that made it hurt even more. Then she put more gooey stuff in my eye. The assistant people were very nice to me, but all in all it was an awful day. The following day started off the same, but they didn't put any more gooey stuff in my eye. I heard the vet say that "it was no use, the eye had to come out". I didn't quite understand what that meant, but judging from her tone, I thought it was something tragic. Later that day my owners came to the vet's office (it was a cat shelter too) and saw me. They petted me and then Lucy, the nine year old, asked to see more cats. "How dare they!" I thought. "Here I am, with a painful eye and missing my home dreadfully and they want to see other cats!" As if that wasn't enough, my owners had adopted four other cats! And they walked out the door with out me! The vet then came and picked me up and forced some stuff down my throat that made me sleepy. When I awoke, I couldn't open my eye! It was shut forever, but it didn't hurt any more! I slept some more, and then my owners came and brought me home. What a sight met my eyes (or shall I say "eye")! There were now six cats sleeping on my sofa! I was used to only two! The four newer cats hissed at me and growled, but Haney and Woosie, my buddies, came and slept with me. Soon everyone knew that I was the queen of the house and they all respected me and quite worshipped me! I was always allowed first dibs on the tuna and chicken and I was always the one who caught that snake thing that people call a string. I decided to make friends with all the other cats that my owners adopted and have succeeded. I was told that I had to mention their names in this letter, so here we go: Turkey is the fat one, and he got his name because that is the only meat that he likes to eat, Apple was named for her beautiful green eyes and she has been elevated to the princess of the house, Rascal is the naughty one, and Friday is the pizza lover. I already mentioned Haney and Woosie, so I don't need to mention them again.