By Srinidhi Ranganathan in Director's Pick — Jan 5, 2024

Diary of an angry cat that lives on the street: 5th January 2024

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a water balloon drenched me! Can you believe the nerve?

Dear Diary,

January 5, 2024

Ugh, what a day. I swear, these humans are testing the limits of my feline patience. They call me "Whiskers," but they might as well call me "Fury on Four Legs." I've had it up to my pointy ears with their nonsense.

This morning, I was minding my own business, casually sharpening my claws on a fancy car parked on the street. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a water balloon drenched me! Can you believe the nerve? I shook myself off, but not before giving the culprits a withering glare that could melt steel. I mean, what kind of person throws water at a cat? It's like they've never heard of personal space.

Then, as if that wasn't enough, I spotted the so-called "neighbourhood watch" trying to recruit me. Seriously? I might be a street cat, but I have standards. I don't need some nosy feline gossip network reporting on my every move. I hissed at them and made a dramatic exit, leaping over a fence like a furry superhero. If only they knew the true hero they just let slip away.

Later in the day, I stumbled upon a group of dogs having a meeting in the park. They discussed the latest fashion trends in collars and argued about the best way to beg for treats. I couldn't help but scoff at their frivolous concerns. I mean, I'm out here surviving on wits and stealth, and they're worried about looking cute in a bowtie. Unbelievable.

The highlight of the day, though, was the failed attempt by a bunch of kittens to challenge my street cred. They pounced around, trying to impress me with their acrobatics and exaggerated tales of conquering the elusive red dot. Please, I've been around the block more times than they've chased their own tails. I gave them a disdainful look, and they scattered like leaves in the wind: respect, little ones, respect.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, I found a cosy cardboard box to curl up in for the night. Despite the absurdities of the day, Diary, I can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. Maybe this street life suits me after all. I'll dream of plotting my revenge on those water balloon enthusiasts, but for now, I'll rest my weary paws.

Until tomorrow, Diary.

Whiskers, the Purrfectionist

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