If you ever look outside in the sunlight everything seems alright. In the rain it seems sad. But why? Is it because light is good? Or do we associate everything bad with the dark?
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I looked inside at all the houses I couldn't live in, all the warm fireplaces I couldn't snuggle up against. My ears drooped and my whiskers were soaked with the rain.
A human walked by. "Mrow?" I asked it and I put my front paws on it's legs.
"Ugh!" The human kicked me away and I yowled. I sneezed. When I looked at the ground in front of me I saw blood. Then I felt it. There was immense pain in my front leg. I tried to move it but I couldn't.
I hobbled along the cold, wet streets being careful to avoid humans along the way. A loud bang came from the sky. I shuddered.
I found a pile of leaves in a human park. I managed to nestle myself in it. I scratched at my ear. Everything hurt right then. That night I yowled. I wanted my mommy and my leg to stop hurting. I wanted a home and a fireplace. I wanted humans to be nice and for a brother and a sister.
"Why?!" I screeched. "Why is the world so cruel? Why can't all cats and kittens be liked? Why are we so bad? What did we do wrong?!" I cried.
"Shut up you mangy cat!" A man human yelled out of his window. The mean human threw a rock at me and it hit my ribs.
"Mrow!" I called out in pain. I coughed out blood. Why? Why me? I asked myself. I drank the water that was cupped in the leaves and ate the crickets that were dumb enough to come near me.
As always, humans were happy and in control, and I was sad and in pain.
