Speak to me of the tale, Oh Muse, the tale of food-thief Luna,
the cat who slinks in and out of sight. "LUNA!" comes the scream
of a mother, catching her red-handed. Hanging from her mouth, a tuna,
stolen from the kitchen table. The mischievous feline leaps off and schemes,
hiding under the dining table, between the legs of the chairs.
She tries to drag the tuna off the table but she only steals a bite.
She devours it as quickly as she can, only for Lulu,
daughter of the screaming mother, to come under and snatch it away.
Her quick victory ends. Mom, -head of the house who controls all with the slightest command, doing everything for the family's survival,- opens the closet,
looking for the treats of punishment, Friskies Savory Salmon. Luna halts under the table, disturbed by the choice presented in front of her. In one quick motion,
the treat is thrown into the underworld, and her instincts act without her knowledge.
She slips through the door as it closes behind her, in search of the treat she was promised. Now, locked away in the cold dark basement, she gobbles her treat,
and sniffs for more. Years pass by without a single success, so she meows with hunger, begging the gods, Lulu, and Mom for relief. Nobody hears.
She cries out louder to the Goddess who protects her kind
from death and despair. Artemis! Save me from this dungeon.
I have no food and I have no life. I, Luna,
Queen of the amazing and all powerful Catsdale,
Pride and Joy of the best state, New Cattington, demand my right to freedom!
Luna prays and prays, but it seems that the gods have abandoned her.
She resigns herself to the unthinkable,
gazing through the window at the squirrels taunting her,
chipmunks racing through the grass, and the leaves falling gracefully down,
changing colors as the weather changes seasons.
Luna nearly falls asleep, as bored as a tiger pacing back and forth at the zoo, with nothing but thoughts to keep busy, wandering from here to there without a purpose,
its very existence being useless without a need to hunt or survive,
confined to a finite space far too small, yet endless in its monotonous ways.
Beyond this spiteful glass she stares. The squirrels and chipmunks interact with each other, One offering the other to share their hoard of nuts, as a sign of hospitality,
when the other lost it all to a flood, caused by yours truly.
Oh! A miracle has appeared on the windowsill,
sent only by the goddess herself. Whisker Lickin's Tantalizing Tuna!
I shall live another day!