Turning to go into an alleyway, I realised that I was being watched. I could feel all the eyes on me, but I couldn’t see them. There is no hiding from the hisses that are telling me to leave. All I want is some food. I usually come to this ally to sleep, eat and get away from the pesky humans. I left this “home” to go find where the glorious smell of fish was coming from. Humans are only useful in the food department.
As I walk past a dumpster, a cat with scraggly ears growled a strong “Leave.”
“Why should I leave, I marked this as my territory. Didn’t you smell it?” I sneered. Suddenly, a bunch of cats who I recognized as the Rebel Colony sprang from balconies and trash cans. The Rebel Colony escaped shelters numerous times; to the point where the humans don’t even try to take them anymore.
“Scram!” The Rebels all said in unison. More Rebels hurtled over garbage bags and other items. Now I am hissing at them viciously. Why did the Rebel’s have to ruin my peaceful existence? As I scurry off, because I don’t want to have future battle scars from this possible cat fight, the Rebels begin to chase me. After what seems to be an interminable time running away from them I turn around. They left me alone. They left me alone! I sit down, on a bench and that is when it begins to rain.
Where will I sleep tonight? I thought. The rain ended earlier, but another storm was rolling in. Walking through this park which has turned into a ghost town due to the weather, I see a playset. The weird human offspring play on this during the day. I’ve come to this park many a time, looking for rodents and bugs to eat, but now I’m looking for a new shelter instead of my next meal.
The play area has a miniature human home above it and when I say “above”, I mean in a tree. There is a ladder leading up to it, but who needs a ladder when you can climb? Human kittens seem to be more adept at climbing trees than the ones who came before them. I guess that the ladder is there for those humans who are too clumsy to climb a tree.
As I begin to go up, I realised something. How am I supposed to get into the tree home if I’m under the porch when I get to the top? As if the tree climbing gods know my dilemma, I subconsciously let go and fall to the ground. Cats don’t always land on their feet. I start up the ladder. Wow, this is high.
When I get inside, I think about the differences between human play habits and cat play habits. Humans run around and scream, “YOU’RE IT!” What is “it”? Cat’s on the other hand practice their hunting and fighting techniques. Much more sophisticated and scholarly.
The next morning, I woke up not knowing where I was. Then I realised that I was in an old treehouse. Yay! I wish I was back in my little comfy corner back in my alley. But I can’t go back there. Ever.
What am I going to do today? I asked myself. I couldn’t stay in this treehome for long because the human kittens would be coming soon. I didn’t want to get caught up in that mess; it is a sunny day of course, so I don’t have much time to make a plan and leave.
I decide to go wherever my paws take me. If I have the choice to go left or right, I’ll choose which way to go based off of how I feel. If the minute is a “left” minute, I will go left and the same for right.
My paws lead me to a little apartment complex. I see a bush and begin to urinate on it. “Hey!” a voice says, “What was that for?!” Crud, who did I just spray on?
By: Natalie Grade 7
To be continued…