Daily Prompt: interviewing my cat 🐱🐾

Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.

Me: Hello, can you tell us your name?

Orangey: I’m called Orangey, but really you can just call me handsome.

Me: You certainly are handsome, I will agree with that but have a little modesty.

Orangey: scoffs

Me: So Orangey, tell me about yourself.

Orangey: I was a scared stray cat and took shelter in a garage I found and would hide as soon as I saw or heard people come in. One day I was asleep and the people saw me and decided to give me food and water for which I was so grateful. I became braver and started venturing out into their yard.

Me: Did you let them pet you?

Orangey: It took me awhile and they snuck up on me and started petting me while I was distracted eating. This was about 7 months after I first started hiding in the garage. I decided I really did enjoy the pets and I gave them the privilege of allowing them to pet me.

Me: How did you feel about being outdoors?

Orangey: It was all about survival but I was so scared of loud noises, the chance of fighting with other cats , surviving the cold winter and the heat of the summer and the possibility of getting hit by a vehicle every time I ran out of the yard. Oh yeah and a dog chased me too.

Me: How did you feel when you were picked up and put into a cat carrier?

Orangey: I didn’t know what was going on and was so scared. I meowed loudly and turned in circles frantically in the carrier.

Me: After you were brought in you were put in a cage for a few days to let the other cats already inside get used to your scent . How did you feel then?

Orangey: I was a bit scared getting used to new cats and a new environment. When I was released from the cage I hid under the dresser in the walk-in closet for a few days and had the best sleep I’ve had in a long time without the worries of being outside.

Me: And how do you feel about being inside now? Any thoughts of wanting to go outside again?

Orangey: I’ve been inside now for almost 6 weeks and have my “Mom” wrapped around my paw. I’m younger than she thought. She thought I was about 6 but now she thinks I’m about 3. Now that I’m relaxed I wake her up around five every morning playing loudly with my toys and running around. We can’t forget how I’ll knock things down with a crash because ya know I’m a cat and that’s what we do. My Mom loves me though and just bought me some new toys yesterday. I’ll also admit I’ve gotten rather greedy and beg for treats multiple times a day. I have my Mom trained well and she gives me Temptations cat treats and there’s a picture below of me having some along with my sister Iris. She’s very greedy when it comes to treats too. I also have my Mom trained to give me Fancy Feast but I’m so spoiled I won’t eat the pate just the chunky variety.

Me: Well, sounds like you’re pretty spoiled and get treated like a king.

Orangey: Yes I am I have my humble servants catering to my every need along with the needs of the other two mediocre cats.