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I'm a stray cat

My coat is fine but scruffy and in a black tone, my eyes are honey-colored and my left ear is missing a bit at the tip after being attacked by a flea-ridden dog when it was barely a feline puppy.

I don't remember my mother and even less my father. I vaguely remember having a brother, or was she a sister? The point is that one day he or she no longer woke up.

I eat leftovers that I find there, I hate rainy days and I like to throw my belly in the air on sunny days.

I have no name but humans call me in many ways.

"Cat" is the most common.

"Kitten" is the one that small, babbling, runny humans use to refer to me.

"Mangy cat" is the one they yell at me when I sneak around looking for food that doesn't smell rotten.

I think I am very skinny compared to others of my kind, I once got to see one or another domestic cat. I was surprised that they were allowed to live indoors and were even allowed to climb on beds, furniture and basically anywhere they wanted.

They were spoiled cats.

I never thought the day would come when I would also be one of those cats.

Have you ever felt a bucket of cold water on you?

I do, many times that's what humans threw at me.

Have you felt a blow to the skinny butt with the tips of a broom?

I did, sometimes when I dared stick my head somewhere where there was a delicious aroma of food.

Have you felt a kick in the ribs?

Well I do. I don't remember how many it was, but I do remember that day when my pitiful meow caught the attention of a peculiar human. I remember that I had been given a big kick and it hurt so much that I started to meow in pain. I always considered myself a strong cat but on that occasion the pain overcame me.

I remember seeing him stick his head in my direction. Curious eyes met mine. Sunlight fell on his back and he seemed to be dazzling before my eyes.

Please do not hurt me.

I no longer believed I could bear another blow.

To my surprise, the human leaned in front of me. I saw him raise his hand in my direction and I could only hide his face and wait for the abuse, but he never came.

Instead, a warm hand caressed my head and a sweet voice called out to me.

—Hello, kitty.

He called me like the little humans with hung snot, but he wasn't one of those they called "children", was he?

—Do you want to come with me?

It was so warm it was scary.