Pet's Age
3

Pet's City
Roxbury

Tell us why your pet is the best ambassador for the North Country Animal League's Rescue Brew Beer (from your pet’s perspective)
I was born to be wild in a bright green kayak, I was living the alley cat life, eating native species of endangered birds and small mammals and getting attacked by birds 4 times my size. That was until these savages forced me inside to live a life of comfort. Cleaning me up, providing me with 3 nutritional meals a day, putting me on medicine to prevent parasites from stealing my 9 lives. Pathetic, weak, and appearing to have lost all instinct and immunity, it is clear they are out of balance with their world. I’ve been watching my captors, learning their behaviors and know when to wake them up to feed me and when to run around like the wild animal I am, when they’re trying to fall asleep. Tricking them into feeding me extra and buying me expensive toys just to raid their cabinets and chew on every Q-tip as if I were a dog with a bone. The best part is, the more I disrupt their daily patterns, the cuter they think I am. I’ve got them suffering from an inverse Stockholm syndrome where they fall more in love with their prisoner, the more disobedient and comfortable I become around them. Jumping to my every need, even following me around and picking up my waste behind me. It’s to the point where I can sacrifice a small rodent and leave the remains on their pillow and they just verbally admire me, reward me with another Q-tip and dispose of the evidence for me. As they continue to feed me, I grow stronger each day plotting my grandiose agenda while boosting my mental confidence with their praise. They are a simple minded species, easily manipulated and easy to control. These humans are lucky to be my pet