Life as seen by my cat

I was put up for adoption when I was only a few weeks old. I had a 5 other siblings, I've been told I look like my dad. He had the same hair, long and gold like the sun. I never really knew my parents but my foster father loved me very much. He was a tall man, short brown hair he occationally shaved off. We were so poor I had to sleep in his bed for the first two year of my life. He'd cuddle up next to me and tell me he loves me every day. 

But one day, I heard so e bad news. When I was about two and a half years old I heard that my dad was getting kicked out of his home. We were going to have to move.

I couldn't believe it. This was my home. It's always been my home. Where else am I going to cuddle with daddy and lick plastic bags and sleep for hours at a time?

But then the unfortunate news came to me. One bleak December evening. My daddy took me into his room looked me in the eyes and told me I was going to have to live with another family.

"I love you boy." He said with tears in the corners of his eyes "but Jeff won't let me keep a cat at his place. But don't worry. I got a good girl ready to give you a good home."

He handed me over to a lady. She put me in a car and drove off. I saw my daddy looking out his bedroom window at us as we drove away. 

I called out for him, but he couldn't hear me. I called out the whole drive. I don't know how far away we went, but we drove for a long time. I cried the whole ride. The woman gave me comforting words the whole ride, but I was scared.

Once we got to her house she scooped me up from the back seat and brought me into the house, but just as she put me down in the front doorway I ran. Drafted out the door around the house and next to a fence. I called out for my daddy. I called and called, but there was no answer. The lady came around the corner and got me. She gave me hugs and told me everything was going to be alright. I was cold, and scared.

I still miss my daddy, the lady I live with now dosen't seem to like it when I lick my ass in front if her like daddy did. But everyone in the house says "aww" when I sit in there shoes like I used to back home. I get to go outside from time to time, but not for very long and not when it's to cold. Sometimes I sit in the window sill and wonder if daddy ever thinks of me as much as I think of him. Or if he remembers me at all. I like it here though. There's another cat, but she doesn't seem to like me much, but the house is big enough so we can avoid each other.

My third birthday's coming up and I want a little brother. As much as I like having the other cat here, I'd like a little brother to cuddle with and teach things to. Like how to lick a bag or the best places in the house to take a nap. But I hear the people in the house often saying that we can't have anymore animals. It's a shame. Maybe I'll ask for one next year. If we lose that other cat with the weird long ears and no tail at they call "Bunny" or one of those flying cats with weird shaped fur that I want to play with but the people yell at me for when I try to give them a high five. All in all I like my new home, and I hope my daddy is somewhere safe and warm like I am thinking of me. I still love you daddy. And in someway I always will.