A life to live for

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"MUMMA WERE ARE YOU, MUM PLEASE COME BACK!!!" We screeched trying to find a way out of the dark scary box we were thrown in. Being the runt of the litter I was squashed, finding it hard to breath under my meowing siblings.

{authors note, runt means smallest of a litter}

After what felt like hours the lid of our box was lifted but what I heard and saw was not my own house there were rides, noises, barking dog and kid running around with their parents yelling at them to stop. Our owners put food and water down for us but when I approached the feed my oldest sibling attacked me. Crawling slowly to the corner two small hands grabbed me but I did not expect to be pulled close to this kids chest and hear the words "ma can I have her please she's free and pretty I already love her please ma!!" but her mother's reply was in an unsure and more expected approach for me being the runt of the litter. "She is a pretty kitten dear she has a great colour of grey, brown and white and a beautiful green eyes. But what would your father think you know he would not want a runt and it's too small to even chase a baby mouse." As her mother left the child put her hands in the box I tried to get away but it is to late the next thing I know I'm in her jumper.

After the long dark trip in her jacket we arrived to a large hose with many rooms. Instead of go inside the child Jo put me in a small yard with milk and meat. Maybe this girl will give me a life to live for. =^.^=



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