Creative Writing: Mr. Fuzzy Face

Tigger’s the name and I am an orange tabby cat. My body just happens to have creamy white paws and the prettiest sky blue eyes you have ever seen. I have lived here for a long time in this house. Everything is perfect here and I get a lot of attention from my human slaves. I call the woman slave Mrs. Stringy Hair. She is very tall with hair that is stringy. When she sits down I play with her stringy hair, that is why I call her Mrs. Stringy Hair. There is also the man slave called Mr. Fuzzy Face. He is short and fat with fuzzy hair under his mouth, that is why I call him Mr. Fuzzy Face. Whenever I rub my cheek onto his face, it’s fuzzy. Every day I get a bowl of delicious food, my slave Mr. Fuzzy Face sets a scrumptious bowl of food down right by my side. Everything is perfect here, the food, the attention, and I even have a place to sleep. My bed is in the place of the warming sun. I am very thankful to be in this family where I am protected and very well taken care of by Mr. Fuzzy Face and Mrs. Stringy Hair. When …show more content…
“Why don’t I get very much attention?” I wondered. Then I realized that when I was a baby that I needed attention. “If the baby doesn't have any attention then that baby would very sad all the time.” I walked over to the baby, that was playing with some toys, and played with her. “This is fun,” I thought to myself. “I should do this every day, so I will,” I said. So we kept playing for a long time. Every day when I wake up I go play with the little girl creature. “So even though these small creatures get more attention, we should love them for who they are,” I thought to myself. Then going through my thoughts, “I think I will now have a new human slave to serve me. I will get to give it a new name and everything. I am excited to raise this baby slave into the perfect adult slave. Then it can do everything I require of it perfectly.” Thus my evil plan was