The morning rain wakes me up in a cold wet shiver.
Every cats bed, including mine are drenched, apparently the cardboard boxes and tarps with holes in them didn't do much of anything last night.
I let out a loud sigh and pad over heavily to the pile of old, slightly moldy and wet cat food, I stuff my head in and start chowing down, taking every last piece I can until my father notices. "Hey! get over here!" He meows aggressively at me, I reluctantly walk over, swishing my tail angrily in the cold rain. "What do you want?!" I ask, "HEY! Don't speak to me that way! I am your father!" "and all I was wondering is why that sick mother over there is waiting in line for you to finish your food first even though your perfectly healthy, huh?"
I can feel the fur on my back fluff up and my claws unsheathe. But instead of fighting this time I just turn to walk away. But not before letting out one, big snarl for my dear old dad.
"more like near dead dad" I mutter sarcastically under my breath as I head out into the big city.
But lately it's felt very, very small.
I think I need to get out be-for I really hurt some cat, I'm kind of scared I might. Everything is just so crowded, you know where I dream of going?
Vermont. Where the summer is warm and full of sunflowers, hay bails, and dandelion fields and the winters, are just magical. But how does a stray cat even survive in Vermont winters? Well I still don't know, and that's why it's just a dream, a dream that will sadly, probably never come true.
I pad over to the dirty, trash filled river that all is stray cats drink from, yea it makes us sick, but it's all we've got. There is no room for whining or wanting more in this city ,you get what you get.
I take a few drinks trying to drown out the smell and taste of gasoline in the water.
Then I go out down the alley ways to hunt for mice for the other strays. The wind is howling loudly and the gray sky is pouring down more rain, eventually it gets to much and I head home with a few plump mice in my jaws.
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Kit and Susie
PertualanganKit is a kitten, hence the name. He is a black cat with a sparky and energetic young mind. But his anger issues get the best of him sometimes. Susie is a shy, orange tabby with a quiet personality. They both ran away from the abusive group of strays...
