How to tame a cat

“Alright Kitten, cuddling is really nice, but now it’s time for breakfast.” Master told me.

Breakfast? But how was I going to eat? I couldn’t reach my bowl while sitting on his lap… Ohh! He meant that *he* was going to eat breakfast! That also explained why the bowl I could see from the corner of my eyes was empty. Fine, though my stomach was grumbling pretty badly at the smell of bacon, I would just wait until master deemed it time for me to eat. I just hoped he wasn’t the type of master that fed their slaves once per day, because that would get some time getting used to. So, I just made myself as small as I could and nuzzled my face into his chest so he could eat comfortably.

“Kitten? What exactly do you think you are doing?” I felt a strong pull on my collar which made me lift my head. I looked at master with big, innocent eyes, not understanding what I did wrong.

Master in turn looked at me in confusion. “I told you it’s time to eat. Eating now, cuddling later.” He said, almost like an order. When I still didn’t seem to understand, he just sighed and turned me around.

The entire table was set with small dishes containing small amounts of an incredible number of different kinds of human food! Although, I could not be sure about the last part as I had never seen many of these before. They seemed to be supposed to go with some more basic dishes that sat on a few bigger plates, like bread or some soft, brownish round shapes. And right in front of master, there was a big, empty plate to eat on. Though, since I was on his lap, it was in front of me as well, I suppose.

“They say, you need a carrot and a stick to tame a pet. I know pretty well what kind of stick, what kind of punishment will make you fall in line. But honestly? I’d prefer to keep you in line with the carrot, so I don’t even need to use the stick. And towards that end, I need to know what you like. So, I thought, why not start with food?”

I looked at him in disbelief. He… he was going to feed me food like this? Human food? But… I wasn’t worth that much! The kibble he had given me yesterday was already much nicer than anything I had eaten before!

“I – I am not… master, I don’t deserve this, you are being much too kind to me…” I mumbled, barely audible.”

He shook his head “What did I tell you about worrying too much?”

“That – that I should not do it and just do what my master tells me?” I answered uncertainly.

“Then, what are you going to do?” he asked me with a raised eyebrow.

“Whatever you tell me to, master?” I wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear.

He sighed “Not. Worry. So. Much.” He said, underlining each word with a gentle tap of his index finger against my forehead. “Is that understood?” I nodded.

“Then… I am allowed to eat this?” I inquired with a vague gesture towards the table, still not sure whether this could really be happening.

“Less ‘allowed’, more like ‘required’, you are just a pet, after all.” he told me with a smile, reaching for something small and brown that smelled sweet. He broke off a piece and held it in front of my mouth.

“I have a feeling you are going to like this. It’s called chocolate.”

Master spent a great amount of time making me try small amounts of different things as well as different combinations. He would pick something, prepare it and then feed it to me, either by hand or with cutlery. I learned a lot, for instance, that the brown circles were called pancakes and that the small rectangles were toast, which is a kind of bread. Both could be eaten in a wide variety of styles, such as marmalade spread on top of them or butter or chocolate cream or or or.

The entire time, master kept a close eye on what I liked, what I was indifferent to, and what I disliked. Though I have to admit, almost all of the food master had me try was delicious, especially the sweets. Some flavours stood out to me, however, like the chocolate master gave me first or the honey he had me try later.

Master in turn was very amused by my reaction to a small tin. In it was something like meat, though it smelled differently. I think I had smelled it before, on the sandwich of one of the guards, but these things smelled of so many ingredients that I couldn’t be sure. He didn’t feed a piece of it to me like he did the other times, he just cut up the contents of the tin a little so I could get it out with my lips and tongue and held it in front of my mouth, directly under my nose. This close, the smell was *incredible*, my feline instincts told me that I just had to have it, and soon I found myself chewing down on it. It tasted divine! Master let me hold the tin after a moment and I ate everything in there, even licked it clean, carefully around the sharp edges. I looked up at him embarrassedly, my cheeks flushed red. But master just laughed and told me that it was called tuna and cats apparently liked it a lot. Evidently, he was right.

Whenever he was feeding me something, he’d eat at least half of it himself, and after quite some time we were both sated. Master had eaten much more than I ever could, and I was honestly impressed.

I wanted to ask him something, but I didn’t know how.

“Is something the matter, my pet?” master asked me. He must have noticed my **** somehow!

“I – I just…Why? Why me, master? Why are you so kind to me? Why did you buy me? Surely, you could have found another **** that is at least as submissive as I am and much more beautiful!”

“Because you are a tiny, ****, precious little thing. A creature delightful to possess and control. I will make you mine to the very core and never ever let go of you.”

I flicked my tail. Another cat might have taken this as a threat, but to me, it was more of a promise than anything else. I wanted to be his! I wanted to stay with him forever!