If I was a human I'd be a sociopath.
Don't try to work out what I'm thinking.
Even if I could tell you what is going on in my head it would not make any sense to you because you are a human and I am me.
I LOVE
I like warmth, my territory, small mammals generally. Baby birds are good. Like a quick crossword for you humans. Bigger birds are also good. But harder to get through the cat-flap. I like food. I like you stroking my ears and my neck and that spot between my back and my tail. I love hunting. Everything else is just waiting for hunting. Hunting is the only time I am 100% alive. I like catnip. I like piles of clean clothes to sit on. I like to stand on newspapers as they feel warm underpaw. I like my pretend mouse but not as much as real ones. I like to play with them when they are alive and will pretend they're alive even when they are dead. I don't like much else.
I HATE
I hate cold, being wet, not enough company, too much company, small children who shout and grab me, people laughing at me and generally disrespecting me, being locked in the kitchen when I can hear the humans are up, most dogs, most cats too. I hate the magpies who chatter at me. I hate my stomach being touched and will scratch you to stop it. I hate furniture in the house being moved. I hate the vacuum cleaner. I hate oranges. I hate the old, noisy humans I stay with when my usual humans go away. I do not like the intestines of small mammals, they don't taste good. These are just a small selection of the things I hate.
