The Life of an Ocelot: A Minecraft Story

My name is Spotty, or so the man says. I don't really like the name. I have no spots any more. I used to not have a name. When I lived in the wild, that is. Then I was just another ocelot, exactly like the rest. Same spots. Same walk. Same meow. We all lived in a big jungle. I lived in the middle of it. But that was before. Before the ugly man came with a fish. The ugly man held out the fish to all of us. Every time he moved we would run away, then come creeping back... ever... so... slowly. It became a sort of game. One day one of us ran up and ATE the fish. We never saw that ocelot again. One of the sheep in our jungle told us he went with the man and then drowned on a long journey. I like the sheep. They go everywhere, past the jungle. Then one day, the man came back. Another fish was in his big hands. I was curious... and hungry. So I walked up... slowly... stopped. The man held out the fish. I then ate it, and all of a sudden, my spots were gone! I looked up at the man. He began walking away. I followed. He left the jungle, entered a pine forest. Some weird wood was there. I think the man called it planks. The man lived there. We went inside. There was another animal! Mainly white, a red collar... a dog?!?! The sheep had told me about one once. It made a rough, loud sound. I didn't like it. A big brown thing was in the corner. The man opened it and took some meat out of it. It looked like a comfy place to sit. So I did. The man looked angry when I sat on it. He got over it quick though, because a weird green thing was outside the house and it distracted the man. Soon the sun went down and the man went to bed. I sat on the brown storage thing all night, trying to stay out of reach of the dog. When the sun rose, so did the man, and he set out with his dog. I waited. And waited. I was hungry. I began hissing. The sun went down and rose twice. The man didn't come back. I sat there faithfully. I got annoyed, and then jumped down. I walked out of the plank shelter, and into the night. I saw a big cave opening. I went down. There was a sheep stuck down there. It told me it had seen the man earlier. It said the dog attacked it, but it got away. I hated the dog more now. Then I heard a noise... could it be? The man! The dog was with him. I meowed. I liked the man, I guess. But not the dog. It didn't matter, because I always had my little place to sit whenever I needed to get away from him... I think I might just be starting to like the name Spotty... Really deep down.