Our cat makes a lot of noise. In the early morning, when she’s decided it’s time for breakfast, she sits outside our bedroom and meows, loudly and pathetically. She keeps it up until I finally get up, walk into the kitchen, and feed her.
Around noon she wants her snacks, so tells us in her most pathetic-sounding voice. Of course, then sometime after four, she repeats the performance, this time demanding dinner, which won’t be served until five.
She burbles walking down the hall, screeches when a foreign cat crosses our back deck, and makes a sad sound when she feels the need for loving.
If I wrote a story from her perspective, she’d paint us as being terrible owners, neglectful owners, but at the same time, loving owners.
Your task is to write a story from an animal’s POV.
Have fun with this one.