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Ceasario
Legacy Name: Ceasario
The
Glade TigreanOwner:
CrazyWolfAge: 9 years, 7 months, 3 weeks
Born: September 8th, 2014
Adopted: 9 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: September 8th, 2014
Statistics
- Level: 8
- Strength: 19
- Defense: 18
- Speed: 17
- Health: 17
- HP: 17/17
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
I am Ceasar.
I am a House-cat.
I was born on the 8th April, at least the human said that. My mother never mentioned it.
And I have only one job.
But I will tell you the whole story:
I was born on the 8th April, in the backyard of a farm. I have two brothers and many other cats life on the farm. My mother often told us that we need to learn fast to catch mice. It's our job, she said all the time.She brought one mouse after another, even when we were to small to eat them. She showed them to use, that we have to cough them. She said that with such a forcefulness that I had to ask why it's so important.
Now I wish I hadn't ask.
Usually on farms cats don't get neutered. There are cats everywhere. And when you don't make your job well, you will end like many others:
Clashed against walls,
Thrown into a pond
Struck to death with a billet
Or just starve to death.
From that day, I was so afraid that I put all my mind into it. I wanted to catch every mouse on the farm. Sadly I had no talent for it. Even when I tried the hardest, practice the most I wasn't good at it. When I was 8 weeks, the humans decided that we are old enough to get to new owners. My mother told us, that we will get to a new farm, that we need to be nice and do our job well, so will live a long and happy live.
The first who was brought away was my brother. He was a great hunter. He sure would have no problem at a farm.
The second one was me.
Two humans came. Two females. A mother and her adult child. I knew it from the smell, they did look similar but the sell was nearby the same.They took me and my brother and watched us closely. They didn't need long to decide that they want me. I was scarred to death. I was a terrible hunter. I would get killed for sure!
The young women watched me a last time clearly. She looked me deep into my eyes and said: "Yes, you will do a great job."
In the car I set on the young womens lap and imagined how I will escape. Th women's were so sure that I will do a great job, but how should they now that I was the worst hunter they have ever seen?
Suddenly she grabbed me, and look me again deep in my eyes. "Your only job is it to look after Cleo" she said. A stone fell from my heart! My job wasn't to hunt mice!!! I was save, at least I thought that in the first moment. Then my brain started to work again "What or who is a Cleo????"I didn't know if it would have been better to know what your job is and that you are terrible at it or that you have a job were you don't know what to do.
When we arrived my new home, they walked in the middle of the living room. Sat me to the ground and called "Cleo" really gently.
And in the moment I saw Cleo, I understood. Cleo was a little kitten. She was way younger than me but much more active. Now my job began.
In the beginning I took my job really seriously. I plaid with her when ever she wanted, I listened to every word she said, even when I didn't understand anything. She just talked non-stop with strange brr and brrrt and grrrts. I didn't know what she wanted at all. I let her eat first, steal the toys away from me, trample over me when I sleep and watched every step she did.
After some days or weeks, I can't remember, I was so tired and exhausted, I just wanted to sleep. The humans said, that she was 3 weeks younger than me, and found in the wood completely alone, she was only a bit more than the half of my size but she was full with energy. It wasn't believable.
Once I nearby hissed at her. I just could hold it in. The older women was watching us. I remembered all the stuff my mother thought us. Never anger a human, she said.
In the household a third cat lived. He was already really old. I heard the humans talk once and they said something about 17 1/2 years.I never heard that a cat could be so old. But he was old and grumpy. He wouldn't talk with us or play, nor letting use sleep by his side. Mostly he ignored us.But that day I didn't know what to do. I set beside him, not touching him and told him everything. What my mother told me, that I was afraid, that I love Cleo but that I need some sleep and food. I let her always eat first and than I eat the left overs. I nearby cried...
And regardless to what I thought, the old cat spoke to me:
"Did you ever left hungry? No, they fill the bowl up again, till you are full, or? It's our job to look after her, but not your life. They won't harm you just because you want to sleep."
He stand up and moved away another of his sleeping places. Not even looking at me, making clear that I should not follow.
I wasn't sure if I should believe such an old cat but it didn't take long and I tried it. I needed some sleep. Badly. So I went somewhere to sleep and when Cleo came to wake me up, I glare at her and hissed for the first time. Cleo and the women's looked at me strangely. In a second my heart jumped out of my chest. That was it, I was sure. One of the women stood up and walked over and grabbed after ... Cleo. She took her away, telling her that I want to sleep.
NOTHING happened to me! I was able to sleep as much as I wanted. They played with her as long as I slept. And afterwards Cleo was so tired that I got even some time for myself.
Since than, Cleo understood that I need some rest. I never hissed at her again. I even stared to eat first, so we got another bowl. The women just said that it seems that one bowl isn't enough any more.
I think I do my job well, but sometimes I still think about what my mother told me. That when you don't do your job well, they will get ride of you. I even get nightmares, dreaming that one of the womens will but me into a bag and throw me into the pond.But my dream never last that long that I fell into the water. I will always be woken up by one of the womens, telling me that everything is al-right.That they love me and that they never will let me alone, NEVER!
They cuddle me and pet me till I will fall asleep again.
But than, back in my mind, I hear my mothers voice "Do your job well..."
I am a House-cat.
I was born on the 8th April, at least the human said that. My mother never mentioned it.
And I have only one job.
But I will tell you the whole story:
I was born on the 8th April, in the backyard of a farm. I have two brothers and many other cats life on the farm. My mother often told us that we need to learn fast to catch mice. It's our job, she said all the time.She brought one mouse after another, even when we were to small to eat them. She showed them to use, that we have to cough them. She said that with such a forcefulness that I had to ask why it's so important.
Now I wish I hadn't ask.
Usually on farms cats don't get neutered. There are cats everywhere. And when you don't make your job well, you will end like many others:
Clashed against walls,
Thrown into a pond
Struck to death with a billet
Or just starve to death.
From that day, I was so afraid that I put all my mind into it. I wanted to catch every mouse on the farm. Sadly I had no talent for it. Even when I tried the hardest, practice the most I wasn't good at it. When I was 8 weeks, the humans decided that we are old enough to get to new owners. My mother told us, that we will get to a new farm, that we need to be nice and do our job well, so will live a long and happy live.
The first who was brought away was my brother. He was a great hunter. He sure would have no problem at a farm.
The second one was me.
Two humans came. Two females. A mother and her adult child. I knew it from the smell, they did look similar but the sell was nearby the same.They took me and my brother and watched us closely. They didn't need long to decide that they want me. I was scarred to death. I was a terrible hunter. I would get killed for sure!
The young women watched me a last time clearly. She looked me deep into my eyes and said: "Yes, you will do a great job."
In the car I set on the young womens lap and imagined how I will escape. Th women's were so sure that I will do a great job, but how should they now that I was the worst hunter they have ever seen?
Suddenly she grabbed me, and look me again deep in my eyes. "Your only job is it to look after Cleo" she said. A stone fell from my heart! My job wasn't to hunt mice!!! I was save, at least I thought that in the first moment. Then my brain started to work again "What or who is a Cleo????"I didn't know if it would have been better to know what your job is and that you are terrible at it or that you have a job were you don't know what to do.
When we arrived my new home, they walked in the middle of the living room. Sat me to the ground and called "Cleo" really gently.
And in the moment I saw Cleo, I understood. Cleo was a little kitten. She was way younger than me but much more active. Now my job began.
In the beginning I took my job really seriously. I plaid with her when ever she wanted, I listened to every word she said, even when I didn't understand anything. She just talked non-stop with strange brr and brrrt and grrrts. I didn't know what she wanted at all. I let her eat first, steal the toys away from me, trample over me when I sleep and watched every step she did.
After some days or weeks, I can't remember, I was so tired and exhausted, I just wanted to sleep. The humans said, that she was 3 weeks younger than me, and found in the wood completely alone, she was only a bit more than the half of my size but she was full with energy. It wasn't believable.
Once I nearby hissed at her. I just could hold it in. The older women was watching us. I remembered all the stuff my mother thought us. Never anger a human, she said.
In the household a third cat lived. He was already really old. I heard the humans talk once and they said something about 17 1/2 years.I never heard that a cat could be so old. But he was old and grumpy. He wouldn't talk with us or play, nor letting use sleep by his side. Mostly he ignored us.But that day I didn't know what to do. I set beside him, not touching him and told him everything. What my mother told me, that I was afraid, that I love Cleo but that I need some sleep and food. I let her always eat first and than I eat the left overs. I nearby cried...
And regardless to what I thought, the old cat spoke to me:
"Did you ever left hungry? No, they fill the bowl up again, till you are full, or? It's our job to look after her, but not your life. They won't harm you just because you want to sleep."
He stand up and moved away another of his sleeping places. Not even looking at me, making clear that I should not follow.
I wasn't sure if I should believe such an old cat but it didn't take long and I tried it. I needed some sleep. Badly. So I went somewhere to sleep and when Cleo came to wake me up, I glare at her and hissed for the first time. Cleo and the women's looked at me strangely. In a second my heart jumped out of my chest. That was it, I was sure. One of the women stood up and walked over and grabbed after ... Cleo. She took her away, telling her that I want to sleep.
NOTHING happened to me! I was able to sleep as much as I wanted. They played with her as long as I slept. And afterwards Cleo was so tired that I got even some time for myself.
Since than, Cleo understood that I need some rest. I never hissed at her again. I even stared to eat first, so we got another bowl. The women just said that it seems that one bowl isn't enough any more.
I think I do my job well, but sometimes I still think about what my mother told me. That when you don't do your job well, they will get ride of you. I even get nightmares, dreaming that one of the womens will but me into a bag and throw me into the pond.But my dream never last that long that I fell into the water. I will always be woken up by one of the womens, telling me that everything is al-right.That they love me and that they never will let me alone, NEVER!
They cuddle me and pet me till I will fall asleep again.
But than, back in my mind, I hear my mothers voice "Do your job well..."