I don't remember being picked up, but it seems my human has carried me to my bed. What a thoughtful servant, maybe I won't destroy his curtains for now. I'll just focus on killing this wretched mongrel he calls a dog. My first plan didn't work, but my second will succeed!

Walking calmly I see the human rushing out the door, I step forward and push a shoe in the way of the door. The human not realizing the door didn't close quickly drives off in his metal transportation device. First stage of the plan is a success, now to lure the mongrel down the street. Leaping onto the counter I grab a snack and bring it infront of the dog. I wave it around gently. Sniffing the treat the mongrel gets up excitedly before staring down at me, I dash out the door and leave the treat in the middle of the road, heheh. The dog stupidly walks onto the road, just as I had planned a car comes speeding down the driveway smashing into the dog. MWAHAHAHAH, take that you mutt, you disgusting creature, I hope you burn in hellfire!

Just as I was gloating I see the stupid dog limping, a human rushes over to the mongrel before messing with that strange thing my servant calls a phone. Soon a flashing truck comes speeding down the driveway, men walk out and grab the beast and take it away. Ha, good riddance, sad it isn't dead, but at least it's out of my hair. Hours went by and my servant came home with hollow eyes with a trace of hope, why is there hope? No infact why are they even hollow, what happened to my human?Just as I was thinking that he picked me up and hugged me, HOW DARE THIS PEASANT TOUCH ME WITH HIS FILTHY HANDS.

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I scratched him continuously, but he never let go, he just silently held me before he began speaking. "Tigger, you got a tigers heart, fighting someone so much bigger than you. Bubba's fighting death, he's fighting for his life Tigger. I can't back down when Bubba is fighting, so just bear with it." Upon saying so a tear drops from his eye. Foolish human, crying over that pest. Fine, I'll allow you to hold me for comfort, but don't think this means we're friends. You are a servant, my manservant, you feed me and wait upon me, our relationship will stay as that for the rest of time, don't you dare commit this atrocity again. Be thankful I still need a lowly serf like you. So we spent our time like that, and I slowly difted off to sleep.