For anyone who wants to, try writing a poem or story from the point of view of this pussy:

floral decor
humans go to so much trouble to make a house look like a garden
and then they wonder why i pee in it
weird.

She's eating sardines. I can smell them. She can't fool me. I want some. Maybe, if I creep up quietly, she won't hear me. With a daring leap I can knock the tin out of her hand. A few will fall to the floor, and she won't want them any more. She's fussy, like that. Then they will be mine. I'm drooling already. Mind you, that sounds like hard work. Perhaps I could curl up on her lap, instead, and look adoringly into her eyes. Then she'll feel sorry for me and give me a little taste. If I milk it, she might give me a whole little salty fish. I can taste it already. Sweet, oily morsel sliding down my throat. The best present a cat could wish for. Wait, what's this? She's getting up. She's coming over. Oh joy, she's gonna bring me a sardine without me lifting a finger. Here it comes, baby, I'm ready. I love you, always have. You feed me, my beautiful owner. I'll never scratch you again. Wait. She's throwing the tin into the garbage. Dammit. That's it, there's gonna be cat piss from one end of this house to the other, come tomorrow morning. If I can be bothered.

Screw you, you stupid humans, putting a camera in my face...haha, well i'll look cute that always works, these people just eat it up, this "affectionate" act, then turn around and look incredulous when i bite them...hahaha, they call them "love bites" yeah, dream on, you just exist to feed me that's all once the food is done, I'm done with you, I can purr at night all I want I know that in the morning you'll just give me food, suckers that you are.
Gotta love the plush couch and bed though. You people have good taste even if you never slow down enough to enjoy your own comforts.

Leave that to me.

they'll never see me
blends of mute autumn colors
I am perfection

there once was a cat, that's for certain
who hid behind a hideous curtain
she hadn't the power
to turn on the shower
so she'd look cute and just do some flirtin'



i'm sorry i'm not inspired to a higher quality contribution to this challenge...it took the better part of a week to do this.

OHNO!!
I looked at the Flashbulb again..
Ill be Blinded for hours....
Why do they DO that..?????

These colors really don't flatter me.

Thing is, I didn't have a chance to prepare before ya saw me here....darn curtains, why do you two legged creatures have stuff around that clashes with my great fur? I mean at least...let it be the same pattern as my fur.

Ummm wait...what's that? Ham? MMMMMM HAMMMMMM, you are eating one of those...whaddya callit, sandwiches? MMMMM PLEEEEEASE! Oh don't look at me like that, ham won't hurt me...just a lil piece. C'mon...you know you want to.

Who is that strange cat in my house? Why'd she have to bring him here? Doesn't she know I am perfectly fine here, being the only cat in this household. I won't share my bed, nor my scratching post with anyone, especially with the likes of him. Who does he think he is, the Tom Jones of the Tabby World or something? I mean, just look at him, strutting his stuff like he already owns the place. There's just not enough room in this place for the two of...w-w-wait...I think he spotted me! Darn, he's coming this way, too! What will I do? What shall I say? He'd better not come any closer, or I'll give him a swat on the nose so hard, his grandchildren will feel it. But what if his grandkids end up being my grandkids as well? What a silly thought! I'd better get it out of my head. I'm waaaayyyy too good for him. But still, those eyes...