sequel
Whiskers lived alone in a small apartment in the middle of a great city. It had yellow wallpaper featuring bouquets of small, white daisies in his kitchen; his living room was red brick; his bathroom lime green and his bedroom sky blue. Whiskers loved colours so he rented the most colorful apartment he could find.
He wasn’t counting on the previous residents still residing there, however. The yellow kettle in his yellow kitchen screamed out in agony every time she was put near the stove. The stove told her to hush and that it wasn’t his fault. The small rug in front of his sink would constantly gurgle because Whiskers is a messy housekeeper and splashes water onto the floor every time he washes the dishes, who also gurgle. The other rug, a large faux polar bear hide named Harry, lived in front of the large brick fireplace in the large brick living room. Harry squealed in pain when Whiskers neglected to remember his existence by walking right over him to light a fire.
Prior to his quest for the magical pen, Whiskers never enjoyed the company of his household items and they didn’t like him much either, so he just ignored them and went on with his daily business. But he had a change of heart when he returned home after being abandoned by his new friends. He was being extra nice to his teacups and towels and even tried to start casually conversation with his clock and keyhole. His cupboards wouldn’t have any of this, so they closed their doors on his paws once or twice each.
As he was coming back from bandaging his paws his the green bathroom, a ram broke down Whisker’s door and trampled over the keyhole.
“Quick, Whiskers, you must come with me!” the ram yelled. Whiskers, having had enough downtime since his last adventure and being quite disappointed in the reception from his roommates, followed the ram without further question. He didn’t bother to fix his door because he felt he had nothing of value in that apartment, anyway. He hoped someone would steal his cupboards while he was gone.