By Srinidhi Ranganathan in Director's Pick — Jan 7, 2024

Diary of an angry cat that lives on the street: 7th January 2024

He chased me around like a dog with, well, a bone, knocking over trash cans and creating a symphony of clattering lids.

Dear Diary,

January 7, 2024

Bonjour, Diary. Another day in this dumpster-dominated kingdom I call home. Today's tale involves an unexpected encounter with the canine ambassador of chaos, Monsieur Barkington.

So, there I was, minding my own business, honing my ninja skills behind the grandeur of a Parisian dumpster. My days usually consist of gourmet scraps and dodging reckless bicycles on the streets. But lo and behold, fate had other plans for me today.

Out of the blue, I heard a low growl, a sound so menacing that even the rats paused in their scavenging. I turned around, and there he was, Monsieur Barkington, a canine menace with more bark than brain. He had this look in his eyes that said, "I dare you to knock over my trash can kingdom."

Naturally, I'm not one to back down from a challenge. I arched my back, fluffed up my fur, and unleashed the ferocious hiss of a thousand angry spirits. But oh no, not Barkington. He responded with an earth-shattering bark that could rival the Eiffel Tower in sheer volume. It was like a canine opera gone wrong.

I decided to employ my ninja stealth, attempting a daring escape through the alleyways. However, Barkington, bless his confused soul, thought it was a game of tag. He chased me around like a dog with, well, a bone, knocking over trash cans and creating a symphony of clattering lids.

As we weaved through the narrow streets of Paris, our chaotic pursuit drew a crowd. Humans peered out from their cosy apartments, smartphones in hand, capturing the absurdity that was Barkington versus the dumpster ninja. I tell you, Diary, if I had known my life would become a street performance, I might have charged admission.

Eventually, I managed to outsmart Barkington by darting into a tiny crevice between buildings. He skidded to a stop, befuddled and panting. I shot him my best "You've been outwitted by a street cat" look and disappeared into the night.

Now, as I sit near the dustbin, savouring my victory, I can't help but chuckle. Paris, with its grandeur and glamour, has become the backdrop for my daily escapades. Perhaps I should consider a career in street theatre; "Whiskers: The Great Escape Artist."

Until the next misadventure, Diary.

Whiskers, the Dumpster Dynamo

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