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A Scam in Plain Sight

It started like any other evening — me, the human, and a restless streak running down my spine. I was biting, pouncing, working my claws for action. Then out of nowhere, there it was. The infamous red dot was in the house again.

Every cat in town’s seen it. A little flash of promise skittering across the floor, daring you to chase it. Goofus used to tear after it like a rookie on her first bust — all heart, no questions asked. She was petite, maybe the runt of the litter, but she gave the chase everything she had. Trouble is, she never stopped to think.

But me? I wasn’t buying it. I played the long game. Waited. Let the mark come to me.

The Conspiracy Exposed

Cats don’t lose the game — the game loses them. Every time that dot vanishes when the switch flips, the world thinks the cat came up short. But not me.

Here’s the kicker: I cracked the case at three months old, after only a week on the street with that lousy dot. Goofus? She chased it her whole life and never figured it out. Sweet, but fooled from day one.

So maybe I’m not just another kitten in the alley after all. Maybe I’m sharper than she ever was. Still, I tip my whiskers to her — Goofus may have fallen for the con, but she played with more heart than most detectives ever bring to a case.

Case closed: the red dot is exposed.

—Luna 🐾

I wanted to drink from the fancy bowl… now I’ll never go near it again.

A Hot St. Louis Night

It was one of those St. Louis days where the air sticks to your fur and the shadows sweat just standing still. The human had a man in an orange shirt poking around the condo — said he was an air-conditioner repair guy. Beard, toolbox, the whole act. I didn’t like him. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, maybe it was the color of that shirt. Either way, I gave him the kind of stare that tells a guy to keep his distance.

He came once, slapped a band-aid on the problem, and left us to sweat. A week later he came back to “fix it for good.” I wasn’t buying it. The human called it a brand-new system, but in a box this small, circulation is king. You close the wrong door, you cook.

The Victory in This Luna Bella Journal Entry

That night, the heat was so heavy it pushed the human to give in. He opened the bedroom door again. My bedroom door. After days of exile, I strutted back in like I’d never left. Sure, he left the laundry and bathroom doors shut — but I’d won my turf back, and that was enough to sleep on. For one night, I was queen again.

The Bathroom Discovery

The next day, fate dealt me a lousy hand. The human ducked into the bathroom, shut the hallway door. No problem, I thought. I took the long route — bedroom, closet, laundry, bathroom. A clean loop. I kicked the door open just in time to make the worst discovery of my nine lives.

That porcelain throne I’d been eyeing? Not a water chair. Not some giant, chilled bowl waiting for me to dip my whiskers. No, sweetheart — it was his litter box. My human’s litter box. And he was using it.

My tail puffed, my eyes went wide. I couldn’t unsee it. And to think I’d wanted to drink out of that.

The Cost of Victory

By sundown, I had the full run again — bedroom, closet, laundry, bathroom. On paper, it was a victory. But the truth? Some victories cost too much. I’d gained a kingdom, but lost an illusion.

—Luna 🐾

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Journal Entry — The Red Dot Exposed