This place, the concrete jungle, is very big viewed from my size. At the moment, I have nowhere to go and I have nothing to eat for today. Yes, about a week ago I became a stray cat. It's tough since , my keeper, who always taken care of me, feels disgusted of myself, so he threw me away. Looking at it, my friend who I trust, left me behind and betray me. Why did it happened to me? Is this a thing called as emptiness by humans? Its bothering me. Somebody, help me fight this thing.
Time to find a shelter. It's okay if its not comfortable, as long as I found a decent place to stay, to shelter me from this cold . When I looked for a place to stay, in the corner of the street, I saw something lying on the middle of the street. I really want to ignore it but it was crying for help. It's a wounded bird.
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RastgeleA story about a cat and a bird (Yeah, it's my first story ever made)
