Hello. My name is Masa. I used to be a wild cat, but I was caught and taken to the animal shelter. The people at the shelter took good care of me, but you people know what these shelters are like: you don't really have your own space, you live in a small cubicle and have to deal with strangers every day.
Maybe it is due to my past as a wild one, but I have a really tough time trusting people. People don't really seem to like me. I have spent more than a half a year at the shelter, without anyone being interested in giving me a hand with life. That is fine though, I don't like people. They are loud, and I don't understand why everyone wants to pat me. You see, I am a fine gentleman, but I need my space. The only buddy I need is my girlfriend, Illusia.
Anyway, the reason I am telling you all this is because something strange happened today. Me and Illusia were minding our own business in our cubicle, when the shelter people told us that it was time for us to leave for our new home. I recognised the lady who was with them - it was the same lady that has come to visit us at the shelter two times this week. We were put in carrier bags and taken somewhere in a car.
So here I am, hiding under this chest of drawers. I don't know what is going on. All I know is that Illusia is hiding in another room, under a bed. We are both really nervous, maybe even a bit scared. But like David Bowie says: ch-ch-ch-ch-changes, turn and face the strain.