I stared out the biggest hole in the cardboard box to look out of. The soft rumbling of the truck I was shook from side to side like a rocking cradle. After those soothing sounds I soon fell asleep. About half an hour later (I don’t know the real time) the truck stopped. Suddenly my box started to shift, then my box almost rammed against the back of the truck. Right before I rammed into the truck wall the driver opened the truck and grabbed me(my crate, I will keep saying me instead of my box) “221 SS Road.” the driver said, eyeing the top of me. He took me out. Out of all the other packages, he chose me. You see, me and my friends back at a-m-a-z-o-n thought that every day someone, or two someones would get chosen to ride in the truck. We thought the cats would come back, but none did. Lots of cats rode in the truck but only one escaped. He told us that there is another picking inside of the truck. Other cats were rarely picked inside the truck. I was feeling very lucky, but I was very nervous so I hoped that some other cat or thing would go first. Then my luck betrayed me.

“Ding Dong!” The furless driver rang a button near the door. The door swung open. Someone quickly grabbed me and went back inside. The furless who grabbed me ran inside and shoved me into a closet.” VIP seating.” I sighed.

A few days later he furless took me out of the closet and put me near a piece of paper, scissors and tape. After a few minutes the furless put me there, he cut the large roll of paper and covered me. Then I heard him taping the paper to me. I could no longer see out the hole. The only thing I could see was if it was dark or light.

After a few days the furless took me out and put me into a huge dark room. After a few hours I was carried out of the room. The furless dropped me under a tree with bright lights sparkling around it.

After about a week someone started pulling out my covering of paper…