The stray cat and her gaols.

It was night as I was still awake in my bed staring out the window feeling the breeze go by. Ruffling my soft fuzzy fur. I was a housecat I loved to sleep, eat, and of course play games with my owner. My owner let me sleep in the guest bed. There were 2 people who lived here. There my owners. One of them is moody the other is okay-ish. Yet I still hope they would love me more. I'm not just a cat. Or am I? I thought my owners would love me more. They never feed me much...It's like they forgot me. I am a dark grey striped cat with amber eyes and lots of soft furs. I am grateful for having a home yet. Something about it seems off.
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