I am a cat. I've yet to be given a name.
I've no idea whence I came. All I can remember, vaguely, is mewing in some dim and moist place. And it was in this place that I first encountered a human being. As I would learn later, it was not just any human I met, but a lodging student, the vilest order of the species. They say that these lodging students are known, on occasion, to catch, stew, and eat us. However, at the time I knew nothing of this, and hence felt no particular fear. There was only a sense of softness as I was lifted in the palm of a hand. After adjusting to this palm, I regarded the lodging student's face. This was my first look at a human being. I remember yet the oddity of it. First and foremost, the face, which should have been adorned in fur, was smooth as a kettle. I've since met numerous cats, but not once have I happened across such similar deformity. To make matters worse, in the center of the face was an all too large protrusion, with holes from which smoke sometimes poured. I feared this smoke might suffocate me. Only recently have I come to understand it as tobacco, something in which they indulge.
I rested comfortably for a time in this lodging student's palm, but was then subjected to extreme motion. I don't know if it was the student moving or just me. All was a spinning blur. It was all too intense. Just as I thought I could bear no more, a thud resounded and sparks danced in my eyes. I remember this much, but hard as I try can recall nothing further.
When I regained my senses, the lodging student was gone. My siblings, of whom there were many, were nowhere in sight. My all-important mother, too, was gone without a trace. Furthermore, there was now a bright, almost blinding, light. Knowing that all was not right, I began to slowly crawl, only to be met with great discomfort. From a bed of straw, I'd been suddenly flung into bamboo grass.