I started my life on a sunny July afternoon, many moons ago. It was just the four of us kittens, our Mom, and partial caretakers, who took Mom's place when she needed a break. They are also commonly known as humans.
There were two girl kittens, and two boys. First came my identical sisters, Chloe and Lemon. Of course, there was my brother and I. My brother's name was Alex. I never knew my name. They always reffered to me as "cat". Cat and nothing else.
I was always left out. I never let it get to me. Mom always told me that she loved me the same. And I believed her. For awhile, anyway. She began to almost drift away from me, giving more and more attention to the others. I began hearing strange conversations, among others. "They're coming on Saturday, and they're taking both girls". "He's going on Monday afternoon". "No one is adopting him. We can't keep him. I'll drop him off tomorrow".
That night I tossed and turned. I always slept outside of the group, everyone else snuggled with Mom. I felt as if something terrible was going to happen to me. Something horrible.
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Sticky Note Cat
Kurgu OlmayanEveryone deserves to live. Everyone. This is the story of me, Sticky Note Cat, my early life, near death, and other fun experiences. FYI: The cover for this story is NOT MINE. It belongs to my...