Meow that can mean so many things, it can mean that I'm excited or that I'm hungry or that I want to play. Meow I miss making that sound, lately I can't find the effort to. I'm too sad. Why am I sad? Well, I'm alone. Yeah, it’s not unusual for my kind to be alone, but it's also not unusual for us to have a warm home to go to. I've never had that. Don't get me wrong, I've had a place you can technically call a house but it wasn't a home.
I was mistreated and I'm still aching from the pain. My fur has been infested with dirt and fleas. I will never return to that place!
I did escape though. I escaped and I will not return. The day I left was exciting. My plan was masterful! See, my owner she always comes home to drink bottles and bottles of a substance that I strangely found disgusting but that she seemed to enjoy and couldn't get enough of. At that time, I was in my cage but she HAD to open it because during these times she would take me out and pretend to love me. She would pet me and after a while would fall asleep. When she would wake up, she would throw me on the floor and yell at me to get off her. I don't know why she was so awful to me, but I wanted to love her so I endured years and years of this torture.
I finally realized that I can find somewhere else and that I didn't need her at all. So when she took me out of the cage this time I managed to pounce on her. I remember watching Tom and Jerry and I have to say Tom is my idol. How he puts all his effort to catch the mouse, he doesn't seem to have much luck but he has perseverance. I recalled one of my favorite episodes and I committed to my plan. She was yelling a lot of fowl words that I prefer not to mention, as she tried to get me off her. She then kicked me. For a few seconds, I thought I would be losing yet another life! But no, I was only scratched up a bit. I scurried off the floor and made my way past her, up the counter and out of the window!
Freedom! I was so excited to leave that I ran and ran and didn't look back. The feeling of leaving was so overwhelming that I forget that I didn’t have anywhere to run to. At once I stopped and went behind a small bush and cried. Where was I to go? What was I to do? I wanted to Meow to have someone hear me but my soft whimper was all I could manage. If only someone would be nice enough to rescue me and save me from living the life of a street cat.
I was mistreated and I'm still aching from the pain. My fur has been infested with dirt and fleas. I will never return to that place!
I did escape though. I escaped and I will not return. The day I left was exciting. My plan was masterful! See, my owner she always comes home to drink bottles and bottles of a substance that I strangely found disgusting but that she seemed to enjoy and couldn't get enough of. At that time, I was in my cage but she HAD to open it because during these times she would take me out and pretend to love me. She would pet me and after a while would fall asleep. When she would wake up, she would throw me on the floor and yell at me to get off her. I don't know why she was so awful to me, but I wanted to love her so I endured years and years of this torture.
I finally realized that I can find somewhere else and that I didn't need her at all. So when she took me out of the cage this time I managed to pounce on her. I remember watching Tom and Jerry and I have to say Tom is my idol. How he puts all his effort to catch the mouse, he doesn't seem to have much luck but he has perseverance. I recalled one of my favorite episodes and I committed to my plan. She was yelling a lot of fowl words that I prefer not to mention, as she tried to get me off her. She then kicked me. For a few seconds, I thought I would be losing yet another life! But no, I was only scratched up a bit. I scurried off the floor and made my way past her, up the counter and out of the window!
Freedom! I was so excited to leave that I ran and ran and didn't look back. The feeling of leaving was so overwhelming that I forget that I didn’t have anywhere to run to. At once I stopped and went behind a small bush and cried. Where was I to go? What was I to do? I wanted to Meow to have someone hear me but my soft whimper was all I could manage. If only someone would be nice enough to rescue me and save me from living the life of a street cat.
I wondered for days. I was starving, sad and losing all hope that I would be rescued. Until, the day came; the special day where a complete stranger of the human kind found me shivering from the cold and decided to bring me inside their home. I loved their home. When I went inside I felt like I was in one of the Tom and Jerry episodes when they were in a type of Wild West movie. Everything in this house was antique. They gave me food and protected me. I loved them, I love them.
They decided to keep me and have taken care of me very much. I am able to snuggle with them as much as I want, sometimes too much and I believe it may annoy one of my owner’s a bit but she still treats me with kindness. This is now my home. Meow, Meow, Meow.
Based on a true story about two special people that rescued and are caring for a special Kitty; Smokey.
Awww!! It reminded me of what we had done =)
ReplyDeleteAnd I liked the ending =D It was in a voice of a "kitty" - everything felt right about this little story.
It makes me wonder if that's what really happened to her :( We will never know.
I like the reference to Tom n Jerry, haha, I loved that show when I was younger.
I hope that is not what happened to her :( but I'm glad u guys rescued her. I'm glad u like the story! Ooh and I also loved Tom and Jerry, it was the best!
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