Jack

I live behind the fence. Trees surround my

cozy place.

My new little housemates mew for their parents,

but they are nowhere to be found. Brandon probably left

to get some food.

No housecat food in my house, or for me.

That stuff is gross.

I love Holly. I really do. I miss her even when

she's only gone for a moment.

I look around for Rosie, Brandon or even Holly. I

look for Holly, but I don't see her. I remember when I was

I was a tiny kitten, mewling for some cat to come, come to feed me. A

badger threatened my life but my mom fought for me, the tiny, little kitten.