My name is Rusty Howard. That is my slave name. That is not my cat name. I was born free as a feral cat. I was the most sky of all my brothers and sisters. I stayed hidden most of the time. Hilary, Jim’s daughter, talked to me and spoke to me in some strange language. I think it is called Swedish.
Do not tell anyone but I think Hilary is a witch. She has power over animals. I wonder about Sweden. I live in Texas and the people here have been saying that Sweden is a Communist nation. I think is might be a nation of witches.
But I hear people talking all the time, here in Texas, about “Hillary” being a witch, the antichrist or something else. But I do not understand why they spell Hilary her name wrong.
Hilary won me over using her magic. I became Rusty Howard a house cat. It so much better in the house. Great food. All sorts of toys. It did not take me long to be running the house. I could make them open doors by digging at the carpet. I had them all under my control.
But Hilary keep “saving” cats. She does not pay as much attention to me now. She is having cats spayed or neutered. I am not sure what that is … But the female cats get to stay for a few days in my home. I do not like that. This is my place.
I am stressed by those cats in my home. I have started marking my territory.
I started marking the side of Jim’s bed. He does not like that. He gets mad at me. But he can not stay mad long with me.