I am Mittens.
I live with a human who means well but consistently makes poor decisions.
This is where I document their mistakes, my survival, and the many injustices I’ve endured - including vet visits, suspicious boxes with holes, and the ongoing threat of being “picked up.”
Inside, you’ll find cat stories told from my perspective.
Tales of betrayal, revenge, zoomies, and mild property damage.
Observations about life, dignity, and why no good thing has ever come from the words “just a quick check-up.”
There will be chaos. There will be revenge. There may be property damage.
The day I realised humans would ruin my perfectly sensible life, and that things would never be normal again.
An innocent household item, a moment of boredom, and the completely justified destruction that followed.
A detailed investigation into why leaving toilet paper unattended is a terrible idea.
A box appeared, and like any sensible cat, I trusted it immediately. That trust was foolish, because the box was not a gift - it was a lie, a trap, and the opening move in a carefully planned act of human betrayal.
Breakfast was supposed to be peaceful, but in our house it quickly became an all-out war of bowls, fur and spilled gravy — watched by yours truly with amused disdain.
Morning arrived on time. This is important, because someone did not.
The sun was already up, streaming confidently through the windows like it owned the place. Birds were chirping. The house smelled faintly of promise and outdoor smells and destiny. My siblings were awake. I was awake. Even the dust motes were awake.
And yet…
Ben was still in bed.
Morning began peacefully. Suspiciously peacefully.
No strange boxes. No jingling keys. No cries of “Mittens, no!” echoing through the house like a warning siren. Just sunlight, breakfast, and Ben humming cheerfully which, in my experience, means something terrible is about to happen.
I was in the middle of a deep and meaningful nap when Ben disrupted the balance of the universe again.
One moment, serenity. The next - rustling paper, suspicious enthusiasm, and the phrase “You’re going to love this.”
I never love “this.”
If Ben ever writes a handbook on living with kittens, chapter one should read:
“Do not leave wet, shiny, or expensive things unattended.”
Sadly, he hasn’t written it yet.
Humans have strange rituals.
They clean what will only get dirty again. They paint walls the same colour as the ones they just painted. And then they look surprised when it all goes wrong.
Today’s ritual of madness began with Ben, tin of paint, rollers and the illusion of control.
The world was dark when I opened my eyes. For a moment, I wasn’t sure what had woken me. Maybe a noise, a dream, or perhaps my stomach reminding me that I hadn’t eaten in at least three hours.
