Rio The Cat, Part-1

I rolled out of my furry, warm, tiger colored bed one day and I had come to realize that something was different. Zack was acting differently then normal, which was odd because he was a unique character.

I had lived with him for about a year and he took pretty good care of me. Things got especially good when he started working at Petco. Then I started getting name brand cat food, which was pretty awesome.

The newer food tasted way better and my white, brown, grey and tan fur seemed to grow thicker. Today I saw him packing up the creatures that he kept in the big tank. Some of them were shaped like orange triangles, other ones had what looked like rocks on their backs and then other ones looked like specs of dust with eyes.

I'm not sure how I knew, but I could just tell the orange, triangle shaped ones would taste good.

So getting back to things being odd, the one day after Zack had a lot of boxes packed up two of his brothers came the one night and stayed over that night after helping pack up some more stuff. The following day they left for a while and finally came back later that night and packed a little more. 

The following day Zack put me in that horrible, white portable prison. Like any cat, I wasn't a fan of cars and I knew whenever I had to get into it that was where I was going. So when he put me in it Sunday morning I knew I was going somewhere… Little did I know that all of the brown boxes on the floor, things wrapped in packing material, creatures from the big tank in his big white buckets, his brothers showing up and the big white building with wheels on it all meant we were leaving Bensalem for good. 

Now you're probably wondering how I knew that…well one of the other cats at Jackie's told me.

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