Declamation Assignment

For Declamation this week I was assigned to write a speech on a family event from the eyes of our pet. So this piece is written from the eyes of our somewhat vain 8-month old kitten. Since she has not lived long, her most exciting family event is car rides.

The Car Ride

I can always tell when my servants are about to put me in that large, black, growling thing they call a car. The shorter, blonde servant rummages around with a shovel in my litter box. I have overheard her telling the bigger servant that she thinks this scratching noise will inspire me to go to the bathroom.
How base.
But, to humor her, I will go ahead and use it anyway.
I hear them discussing which one will carry me. It is obvious that they both long for the honor, but can’t remember whose turn it is. The blessed one who is chosen then walks towards me with a calming smile.
I have learned that it is useless to run and hide, I am always found. I am gently picked up and carried out doors. The world is a strange and large place outside of my palace. Sometimes a loud noise will scare me, and I take great pleasure in digging my claws into the skin of my servant. It makes me feel safer. My servants, however, react to this impulse of mine with an ever-tightening grip, which only makes it difficult for me to breathe. If only I could inform them of this discomfort, but they do not speak the language of royalty.
Once in the car I am permitted to roam freely. Cars move quickly, but by standing on my back legs and staring through the window I have a satisfactory view of the outside world. Sometimes I stand on my servant’s shoulders to get a better view, but they are overwhelmed by this honor and quickly take me down. The few times I have attempted to squish my body onto what they call the dashboard have only ended in pain for either myself or my servants. Mostly I am content to stay in one place and survey my realm.