Wyatt Blue Grassi

Prologue

I wandered through the quiet and calm street of LA. I wanted the outside world rather than the house where my mommy, Mitch, always was. I know, I may look like a stray cat here, but I don't care. All I want is to take a walk in the park. I've always wanted to go in the park. Me, mommy, and Scott would always pass the park if we're going to my day care thing everytime they were gone. I would always glance inside of the park to see what it looked like.

So here I am, a cat in the park, in the middle of night. There wasn't that much in here, but a cat like me likes spaces so I don't care, as long as there not bunch of people here. I went to sit on one of the benches. I looked around my surroundings while feeling the air on my furless skin. I liked the cold. They give you the chills, but in a good way. When I was looking around and feeling the cool breeze, a man in all black clothes and beanie sat down on the bench I was sitting on. He didn't even notice me, that was, until he went to grab something on his pocket. He looked at me cutely and said,

"Hello there buddy, what are you doing out here?" He said with his deep voice. Is this man stupid or something? I mean, why would he talk to cat like me? That's crazy, man.

"Meow." I rubbed myself onto his arm and purred. He looked at my collar.

"Wyatt Blue Grassi." He recited slowly. "I don't if I pronouced that right." He chuckled deeply. He looked at the back of my collar. He recited quietly the address. "Well Wyatt, I guess I have to take you back to your worried owner.." Well, goodbye park.. It was nice being in here, looking around. He picked me up on his arm and walked to where I belong to.