Pampered

chapter one - wake me up ;;

Silence. I crouched down, nose wriggling back and forth. Where was it? I tip-toed my way forward, and my pale blue eyes widened. The butterfly was sitting only inches from my front paws! As quietly as I possibly could, I unsheathed my small, dulled-down claws, and prepared to jump. My lip twitched, I flattened my charcoal-colored ears, and ...
"Melody!" My she-human's shrill cry echoed through the garden, and I growled a bit in my throat as the bright-colored butterfly flitted away, startled. Gray tail twitching, I watched as it become only a speck in the distance, unwilling to return to the boring house. Finally, my housefolk'd had enough ; she wobbled her way over on her large feet and stooped down to pick me up. There was a moment of resistance as I shuffled my petite white paws, trying to escape her grasp, but I eventually let in. Ears flat against my skull, I allowed myself to be carried back inside, the human's bony fingers digging into my head.
Finally, I was set down on the cold white tile of the kitchen floor, my maw locked in a scowl. I looked out he glass door at the pink setting sun, zoning out while the she-human poured my food. She urged me over to the red plastic bowl, and I unwillingly stooped down to eat the food, the brown pellets sticking to my throat like cardboard. Truthfully, I would almost starve myself rather than eat this stuff. Almost.
After eating, I took a nap next to the front window, warming my gray fur in the sun. Sleeping has always been a major part of my day, considering that I'm usually locked up in the house. I perked my narrow ears at the sound of thumping upstairs ; it was obviously my housefolk getting ready for bed. They were so loud. So I darted up the cushy steps and waited behind the wooden door until one of them opened it. After that, I hopped up onto the ivory white bed and curled up by my housefolk's feet. I stared out the window longingly while they slept, until finally, my eyelids felt heavy, and I drifted into sleep.
It had been 3 months since my humans picked me up from the shelter, and this was pretty much my routine every day. I did love it, although it may not always seem that way. My humans were like my parents ; always making sure I had everything I wanted. Ok, maybe parent who give their child way too much. I hated being pampered, and would leave without a doubt, but there was one problem - Was a city cat like me fit to survive in the wild?