The human writes the checks. I write the story.
A Legend in the Shadows
They whisper about it in every alley, every scratching post, every litter box circle. The red dot. The untouchable. The unbeatable. I thought it was a kitten’s fairy tale — until it showed up in my new residence.
Goofus vs. Me
The human says I don’t chase it like Goofus did. Says I’m lazy, that I put in a half-assed effort. Apparently Goofus would chase the thing until she was panting like a dog. Pathetic. That’s not strategy, that’s desperation. Me? I bide my time.
The Rigged Game
The dot never plays fair. Just when I’ve got it dead to rights — bam — it disappears. Case closed, game over. Rigged from the start. And I’m not talking about some joker with orange hair and all of his sheep on TV crying “it’s rigged” every time things don’t go their way. No, this is the real deal. The dot vanishes into thin air, leaving me clawing at shadows.
My Verdict
So here’s the truth: nobody catches the red dot. You can swipe at it, you can pounce on it, you can dream about it. But the second you’ve got it cornered, it slips away like smoke through whiskers. And that makes it the greatest con artist I’ve ever faced.
—Luna 🐾
