About my Cat's life

I am cat Tigric. I was born on March, 16, 1999 in city Ariel, behind "green line" of Israel. Till now I can not find this line in any way, that to mark it.
My mum - a cat of known breed, and the daddy it is unknown. Speak, that wild street cat. But who saw it?
I have grown in incomplete cat's family, however the social benefit our family (mum and 4 kittens) did not receive. We received a modest contentment from family of people, which have sheltered us. Contentments hardly sufficed, that we kept on paws, as the family of people itself existed at that time that on the social benefit.

Why this grant name "the grant on a living wage", to me till now it is not clear. Unless this "minimum" is designed for such family, as our, cat's, and at all on people. I think, biped on such grant it was necessary to save forces and to go on four legs! All that lacked us, we supplemented in the street, and we were treated extremely Herbal Medicine. In fact any normal cat knows, that Natural Medicine for us it is unique an accessible kind of medicine. We are familiar with it not by hearsay, and on a scent and on taste...

In May, 1999 of me, absolutely still in gentle kitten's age, have given to another family of people. Have severely separated from tender and fluffy mum, with playful and scramblered brothers and sisters. In the beginning I very much experienced, as nobody licked me. I refused meal, but has then got used to other apartment which it is perfect correctly name "hole".
In new family biped worked and were not on welfare on a living wage. However fed me, as on slaughter . As though I have been intended for casher sausages ... The Wool on end rises also paws shiver, when I present to itself of what this sausage can be made.

In July, 1999 when to me also from a sort was not to year, has taken place catastrophic event in my short cat's life which hardly has not ended with my destruction. Me have transported in other "hole" (in language of people - an apartment) in other city - Netanya. My consent to moving have not asked. People have artfully enticed me into a cardboard box with holes a slice casher sausages , have quickly slammed and have stuck this box, as though I was not a small 4-month's kitten, and the big royal cobra. I yelled, hissed, was scratched, tried to bite through walls of a box, but escape from a box could not. The box of the debt was shaked and roared, and I did not see anything around and all mewed. Then I have broken off, and silent for a long time - probably month. After moving have opened a box and tried to tire drive me first in this Hole. But I was in a shock for horrors of moving, moreover in such conditions, as though I was simple Soviet made, instead of a free kitten. Paws of me did not hold. Then me have pulled out from a box, have put before wide open open door (as though I was in size with a horse - the crack would suffice me also), but go I could not. And biped have been compelled to bring in me to them Hole on 2-nd floor. I for a long time could not eat and even to drink, month laid a fur lump on a laying almost. Even forces was not to mew. Then me have started to take out in a court yard of a house and to stack in a dense grass... And the Nature has cured me. Gradually I started to come to the senses and to life, get acquainted with neighbours- attractive pussi-cats and their court yard.

Now I already an adult young tom-cat. I walk in itself. I come in an apartment when it is necessary for me. I leave, when I shall want. In an apartment I in the beginning delicately and silently be afraid about a refrigerator, and if biped, which think itself owners, do not understand, that I from them want, I start to mew, and then heart-rendingly to yell... And it operates. To me at once give not casher chicken cookery, and besides submit on a napkin in my dining room - on a balcony with an open window. After meal I get out through a window and I leave on the affairs. And biped clean the rests after my meal. And who from us owner?

Somehow in an apartment mice were got. I in 2 o'clock in the morning, full of forces and energy, with the big roar and a heart-rending cry has caught one of them. Biped in a fright have run together to look, in what business. Have seen and wanted was to take away from me the mouse. But not here that was. Let eat the sausage. I have pushed the mouse in a mouth, that Her{It} have not taken away, has jumped out in a window, tears on balconies downwards, Has run off far away in a court yard and has let out{has released} the poor mouse in a grass. Let it is treated Natural medicine. Then biped caught mice and ыuggested me... And me to anything superfluous cares of their mice. So they also carried these mice far away from a house. Mutual relations of mice and biped me do not excite.

Biped from my flight are compelled to work much to feed me as and when I want. I frequently see, how they that fall, rise on a service ladder at home to get in the hole, which they name on a habit an apartment. In my opinion, at my familiar Mice a hole though also small, but cosier, and besides does not demand such charges, time and forces on the maintenance. I tried to explain to them, that having Claws and a Teeth, it is possible almost instantly to get on a service tree and to go in a window... But they do not understand my explanations and there and then drag to me a piece of fresh chicken meat. I frequently hear, that they speak about any posts and it is hard sigh... And I never and anything should not anybody. I for a long time have come to a conclusion, that they though also big, but on intellectual and to physical development concede even to the smallest kitten.

Recently to me have read histories about cat Cysya and his fascinating adventures in Germany and in America. Cat Cysya has told these histories to the servant-person on a nickname Kunin.
I would like to get acquainted with such cat.