story of a stry

I looked in and nothing , of course I knew it. The garbage can didn't have any scraps , bones, nothing edible. I left hungry but I got used to it. My so called owner hardly fed me.He treated me like crap,but I should be grateful I was the only one that escaped the living hell.All the other cats probably died of thirst , hunger, fear, and tourcher. but I learned my lesson, it isn't easy being a stray cat.

I wondered around the neighborhood looking for a corner to rest in, not sleep in.20 minutes later I got up and sniffed around, I was in a backyard with no dogs what a relief. It's not that I hate dogs, they would just start barking and then the people would come out and call animal control ect.I smelled something, I don't know what it is, but one thing for sure it smelled good, but little did I know that the smell would change my life forever

:):)what do you guys think its my fist story so l hope you like it:):)