"A cat has nine lives. For three he plays, for three he strays, and for three he stays."
First, I was a tiger, freely roaming the prairie.
And then I was a leopard, living high on the Alps.
During my third life, however, I was a lion, performing for circus crowds. Always subject to my master's whip.
A picture shows a bag of newly born kittens being tossed into a river. My fourth life ended before it even began. Our cries drowned along with our bodies.
Another picture reveals a kitten running into traffic. My fifth also ended prematurely. Underneath a truck during a brutal winter.
My sixth life was spent in an alley.
And then suddenly (during his seventh life), I was a creature of pure reality. A possession to be groomed, a prize on display.
I was not so lucky during my eighth life, however. I found myself in a dark room, amongst others deemed unwanted. "Oh! You sure are cute, aren't you?"
...
"Welcome to your new home!"
I was hostile, at first, since I couldn't know your intentions. But gradually, I came to tolerate you. I began to understand.
Thank you.
You, who taught me the true meaning of "home." You, who never asked for anything in return. I can only thank you. In my final moments, as the last of my strength left my body, and I closed my eyes in your arms...
I made a wish.
That I could be by your side once again...
That is, if you would allow it, I will give my final life to you as well.
...
The panel shows a little girl approaching a colorful kitten.
"Oh! Look, mommy!"
The mother turns to the girl.
"A kitten!"
~Nine Lives, Akimya Jun
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My Wisdom Book
Short StoryThis is where you'll find the crazy and messed up stories about my true life, fights, and maybe even some personal stuff. Add this to your library for the stupid stuff that's gonna be in here. Have fun!