Waking up, so very difficult in the morning, and evermore so at any other time. What time is it, where am I, and other such nonsense rushes through my head as a yawn forces my mouth agape. Already my nostrils are filling with the scent of a new day, the strawberries I ran over yesterday, their stench wonderfully sweet, call my name. My eyes are still waking but my legs follow an invisible trail directly to the source. Just as I can begin to pick out hazy details of my surroundings the mouth starts its work, gobbling sweet berry mush with unabashed fervor.
What a life it is, what a life it is. The new owners seem genuinely interested in my well being, I am eating fresh green meals, no more of that shit from the can. At first I had been afraid, but I was starting to accept the newness of it. The bright spot on the ground that had so upset me upon our first encounters was now revealed to be the perfect basking spot, bringing hours of unmitigated warmth.
It is dipping time. Every day I am dipped. Once again my fear rises and subsides into gentle warm bliss. Water tickels my nostrils and I inhale, inducing violent bubbly exhalations. Calm again, I bring my lips to the water and taste life. Where my body is unable to relax, it loosens itslef from the day's grime, shimmering in the fierce brilliance. The wonder of it remains ignorant of the squirming stool slipping away behind. I drink and I muse of times remembered and those half forgotten, searching and finding, eating and napping, mother and cardboard, eating good and eating bad.
The water is tepid too tepid. Restless are my feet and my claws flex, their honed sharpness faintly marring the plastic enclosure's walls. The water too becomes restless as if sensing my frenzy. But here it is. The hand that holds once again returning me to land. My body trembles and my legs are inside without having been asked. It is warm again. My underside is slowly asorbing a soothing heat from below. Suffusing my being from head to toe. Oh what a life. What a life indeed.

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