I get distracted/ By blinding lights on the streets/ Please do not blame me.

DO NOT BLAME ME!!! I did NOT do this on purpose. I mean how could you ever blame ME??!! I am just a little fur ball loaded with cuteness. Who sometimes bites and scratches you. But only sometimes. If you ever see me, the first thing you would do is marvel at my shiny black coat and my green eyes. And then you would proceed to pet me. Then depending on my mood I would either let you scratch behind my ears or I will hiss at you. But I digress.

Right that second I needed to find my mama. My beautiful Amy. Who has never, once in her life has detested me. Even when I howl and hiss at her.

But this, this situation, was not really my fault. I just saw the lovely lights shining and I followed them. I mean, that’s what you would expect me to do right? I am just a curious cat…who loves lights! Those lights were so gorgeous and attractive and bouncy, (is that a word? I am just a cat, I don’t know…) I had to go after them. I thought that I will try to catch them and meow sometime and then I will go back to my mama.

But not once did I think that I will get lost. Now I was at this extravagant carnival all alone. Although there seem to be more lights in this part. There were lights strung up on a…, was that a washing line? Humans are interesting. There were many lanterns and candle lights too. Everywhere there was a nice golden halo. And to be honest, I liked it.

It is interesting how many different types of illuminations and decorations you can see at only one place. I genuinely wonder how humans manage to do this.

I was wandering between those said Homo sapiens’ legs when something caught my eyes. Was it, was it; oh my holy gods! It was what my dreams were made of! It was my one true love! A big, giant disco ball!

I leapt with joy and meowed with happiness. I could not stop the purrs escaping my mouth. I jumped on all the different patches of lights I could. I was having the time of my life when something else caught my view. A huge laser! Now it would be treachery to my kind if I did not follow it. Immediately. So with new found energy I bounded towards the red light. I tried my best to catch that blinking, blinding light but with no success. Soon afterwards I lost my interest in it. Why chase a light when you cannot catch it in your paws?

Out of a sudden a pack of cats started running towards my direction. I was confused. Why were these feral animals of my kind running towards me? Was Zelda in danger? Now you may ask, “Who is Zelda?” My dear friends it is me. (Also why did I just refer to myself in third person? I had heard that human writers did that for emphasis, so I thought that I would do the same. And also because I hadn’t told you my name.) Yet again I deviate from the topic. (Focus Z!)

So these cats were running towards what I thought was me, but just happened to be their own parents. There goes my dream of becoming queen of all cats, the magnificent Zelda! They leapt and bound and played with each other while I just stared glumly at them. All this time I hadn’t once thought about my mama. Would she be scared? Sad? Would she feel like a bad mother? I shouldn’t have left her and chased after the blinding lights. (As I write this, Amy, my mama tells me that there is a song called ‘Blinding Lights’. Mr. The Weeknd, did my experience act as an inspiration for your song? If so please tell me, just asking for a friend. And as I say this, I deviate from the story again. But you won’t blame it on me since I am only a cat.)

Anyways, as I start feeling guilty about my pleasure trip down the carnival roads, I spot a familiar bag. “Is it my mama’s?” I wonder. But as soon as I am ready to launch at her, the women turns her head towards me and to my much dismay and annoyance she is not Amy. But she does see me and crouches down to pet me. And let me tell you, I was in no mood to be petted. Yet I let her scratch my ears and rub my belly because my mama would otherwise be angry. The woman says a few little sweet words like “aren’t you the cutest?” and proceeds to meow at me. Again, let me tell you she has got all the pronunciations and grammar wrong. Because I am pretty sure she wanted to tell me that I was beautiful and not that she wanted to eat me. She seriously needs to have a “Meow” language tutor. But I was too distracted to even pay attention at her phonetics.

 Because something else caught my attention. (Now you may be going on like, dear Zelda, how many times will you lose your attention? Well then let me tell you that I am a cat. I have zero attention span.) Back on to the story.

 So this pretty woman was looking distressed and looking for something. Now you don’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to know who that lady was. It was none other than my mama! I bounded towards her with happiness and at the last moment when I thought that I was going to fail my huge leap and I was going to end up like a flattened omelet on the pavement, she looked at me with wide eyes and caught me in her arms. I swear it was like a moment from the movie. The lightning was perfect too. (Or should I say purr…fect?) She instantly coddled me and whispered sweet nothings in my now perked up ears while I meowed towards her.

She then said something along the lines of “I know you are sorry” and “I know you won’t do that again”, but I swear I didn’t say sorry once. Because it wasn’t my fault! Guess she needs a “Meow” language tutor too…