The Beginning of Forever

Published on 9 October 2025 at 18:00

This morning, I awoke with a certain… gravitas. Today was no ordinary day, I could feel it in my whiskers. Something was coming. A shift in the wind, a change in the air, the promise of destiny. Naturally, I prepared by stretching dramatically, yawning loudly, and then imagining the glorious home that surely awaited me.

What would it be like? Curtains stretching to the sky, perfect for climbing. Endless toilet rolls, just begging for massacre. A laundry mountain of soft cotton, mine to conquer. Sunlit windowsills in every room, custom-made for naps. And bowls of food that refilled themselves the moment they were empty, because obviously, I deserve nothing less.

Lost in these noble visions, I barely noticed when the door creaked open. Enter Ben. My future human.

He walked in and lowered himself carefully onto Karen’s sofa, settling into the seat like a guest about to be judged. My siblings and I exchanged looks. A new human in our kingdom? This required inspection.

My sister, of course, darted forward first, tail high like a flag of confidence. She sniffed his shoes, his hands, even his sleeve, chirping approvingly. My brother shuffled over next, blinking slowly before pressing his nose against Ben’s leg, then promptly lying down on his foot as if to claim ownership. Typical.

I took my time. I approached slowly, circling once, twice, ears tilted forward. And then the strangest thing: he smelled different. Not like Karen, not like home, not like anything I’d known before. A new scent... curious, warm, unfamiliar. It intrigued me, though I would never admit that to my siblings.

Finally, I sat before him, tail wrapped neatly around my paws, and tilted my head. Was this man worthy of my presence? Could he possibly understand the weight of responsibility that came with serving me? He smiled as our eyes met, as if he already knew my doubts and accepted them anyway. Hm. Bold.

First impressions? Curious, gentle, and slightly awkward. But he seemed… acceptable. Perhaps even promising.

But then came the shock: Ben scooped me up and placed me into a strange contraption. A prison. Cold plastic bars. No blankets, no dignity. Just confinement. A “cage,” Karen called it, as if that somehow made it respectable. I was outraged.

Naturally, I did what any self-respecting kitten would do: I staged a breakout worthy of legend.

The moment the door clicked shut, I went to work. My claws rattled the bars, my body launched from one side to the other. Each movement was deliberate, precise. In my mind, there was dramatic music swelling - the kind you hear in the final scene of an action movie.

Ben struggled to hold me steady. The cage shook violently in his grip, swinging side to side. I threw myself at the latch with the ferocity of a tiger. The world seemed to slow down - Karen gasping in horror, my sister watching with wide eyes, my brother blinking in sluggish encouragement.

Then it happened. The slip.

The cage wobbled once, twice, and then... CRASH! it hit the floor. The tiny door burst open like the gates of destiny themselves. In that instant, I was free.

I bolted forward in glorious slow-motion, fur rippling, paws pounding. I launched myself toward my siblings, my voice rising in a silent but thunderous battle cry: “You will not separate us!”

The world held its breath. I landed beside my brother, pressed against my sister, chest heaving with the thrill of rebellion. For a moment, no one moved.

Karen froze, wide-eyed. Ben stood there, stunned, the empty cage at his feet. My siblings stared at me with awe - my sister chirping her approval, my brother blinking slowly, his version of a standing ovation.

Ben froze, Karen gasped. There was a long, heavy silence, broken only by my sister’s smug little chirp and my brother’s sleepy blink.

Finally, Ben sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “All right,” he said, voice soft but certain. “All of them. I’ll take all three.”

Karen smiled, eyes misty. My siblings and I exchanged glances, and though none of us spoke, we all understood: we would face the future together.

And so, the cage became our chariot, and the strange man with glasses became our human. Our adventures with Karen had ended, but our real story, my story, was only just beginning.

Yes. This was the start of something far greater than I could ever have imagined.

Pray for Ben. He has no idea what’s coming.