I'd do whatever I want, that seems like the cat thing to do.
What I really want to do is fuck up someones drapes by sliding down them with my claws out.
"Yeah! Fuck you drapes! Imma goddamn cat!"
I would definitely spend my days devising a way to get to, devour, and then hide any food stuff I want in the house. Opening the refrigerator would be difficult, but where there is a will, there is a way.
Uh three step plan incase the previous plans fail.
1 - Try to harness whatever changed me into a cat and morph into a Chinchilla, find a way to make it to Oslo - Norway and be my beloved friends pet living in luxury. (and many dust baths)
2 - Failing that do what most other people would try to do it seems find a nice house and be douted on by the owners only waking up on the occassion I feel like all the small important items in the house (keys, wallet ect.) need a new home.
3 - If I cannot find a house I use my new feline agility to become a ninja and invite all you other Escapist cats to create the first Cat ninja clan with me so that we may rule to world or at the least Australia.
The world is now my *****. Feed me! No, don't feed me, pet me! No fuck you, go away! No pet me! No feed me! Let me outside! Let me in! Now out! Get the dog away from me! Feed me again!
I'd be a Ragdoll cat. And I would so my best to act adorable so everything is handed to me for being adorable. Use my litterbox and stay out of their way so I also get bonus for good behavior.
scratch up furniture.
Cough up a hair ball.
Chase a mouse.
Try to catch a bird.
Eat grass.
invite someone to rub my belly and then maul their hand.. because they didn't look to see the murder in my eyes(theoatmeal reference).
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