I never had the best of lives, even though they say we have 9, I seem to be stuck in the same one, over and over again. Actually, I'm utterly confused by the fact that Italian people say we have 7 lives, and French say we have 9! Can someone explain that to me?
Anyway, it might sound like my whole life was surrounded by destruction and sadness, but it's not like that, it was actually very happy and vivid, but, as we all know, nobody's safe from sentimental breakdown.
My family always tried to be with me, to keep me safe, but that didn't last long. I was quickly left alone, with my sister, Rouge. We both struggled to survive, overwhelming incredible risks, crossing amazing landscapes, adventuring across the Mediterranean Sea.
There is a lot to remember about my life, I messed up a lot of times, I really did, not to mention how oblivious I was about everything when I was barely a kitten.
Our lives were always based about survival, we lived in the streets, we were the streets.
The name's Chat, and I want to tell you my story.
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La Bella Vita Di Un Gatto Nero
Adventure"A cat has nine lives; for three he plays, for three he strays, and for three he stays." Chat, a black cat, adventures himself after he is left alone on the wonderful world of France, accompanied by his sister, Rouge. They both stray the streets as...
