~' 𝖫𝖮𝖶𝖫𝖸 s𝗍rᥱᥱ𝗍 ႺმႵ'~

street-smarts

It's been a day since I was freed.

Free.

Free.

Still sounds weird to say.

My stomach heaved, the throat tickling scent still on me, that caused my pelt to be stained blue, purple, and various other colours.

I sighed, padding onwards.

I've been constantly travelling since the door to my twoleg's house closed.

I haven't found anything to eat yet, all prey runs away when my scent of dried cleaning liquid reaches their noses, and all the other strays have bullied me out of taking scraps.

I've had plenty water, though.

Some suspicious coloured puddles on the sidewalks is enough to clear my dehydration, though it makes me feel queasy afterwards.

I can't count the amount of times I've vomited from them.

I've been feeling homesick lately, I feel like it's better to have a roof over your head, even if the twolegs there are heartless and find physical hurt to be their main thing.

It's very cold, in the streets of London.

It's hard to conserve my body heat.

I leapt onto a crate, shuffling my body, wiggling my flanks. I tried to leap onto the top of a roof, I almost didn't reach it, I extended my paws, unsheathing my claws to try grasp on.

But my claws were cut so dull that I couldn't get a hold.

I slipped backwards, landing on my back on the floor, grunting as the air was knocked out of me.

I sigh, struggling to my mitts.

It's midday now, or at least it looks it.

I scamper off, my leg hurts from that fall now, it hurts each time I step on it.

I limped across the sidewalk, my stomach heaving with each step. My body threatening to make me vomit, as the cleaning liquid scent fills my nose again.

I had little to no energy, my breath shallow. 

I felt like I was going to collapse any second.

I gulp in some air, crawling into the base of a rainpipe, taking shelter inside the tight space, I curl up, gazing outwards.

I sigh, my tail tucking under my body, as I shiver.

London noises filled my ears, no matter how hard I tried to lock it out. Dogs barking, cats hissing, twolegs chatting, sirens and roaring engines.

I sigh, my eyes half-closing.

I rest my head on my paws.

Maybe I can find somewhere to wash these stains on my pelt off, cause I sure as hell am not licking it. I refuse to.

I think I'd be sick. again. if I licked it.

overwhelming sadness filled me and my ears drooped.

I'm so hungry. I need food.

food.

anything.

I'll eat bugs if I have to.