I wasn't always a stray, or at least I think I wasn't. And my fur, it used to be all white, I think. It's kind of a tan color now. I remember a mother, and possibly siblings. But now here I am, walking down the street in the rain. I'm cold, hungry, wet, and everyone who passes by me either ignores me or glances down at me in disgust. None of the humans seem to care, so I ignore them, keeping my head down and my ears back to keep the rain out of them.

        And I keep on walking, stopping when I realize that the rain stopped pattering against me. Slowly looking up and keeping my tiny ears folded back, I looked up to see a girl looking down at me, leaning over so her peachy rain-shield  covered me. Her fur was about the same color as mine, but it was way longer. She didn't look  down at me in disgust, or with any clear emotion. She just looked down at me, her rain-shield covering me from the rain. I mewed pitifully, hoping the human would get that I neded help.

        She reached down and I fliched, used to human hands hurting me, only for the girl's hand to softly pet my head. I wasn't used to getting treated this way, but her warm, dry, gentle hand felt so comforting against my cold wet fur. I purred quietly, wanting the girl's warmth to last, only for it to get taken away, an older human girl yelling at the one who had been petting me. "What do you think you're doing?!?," the older human shouted, "That cat could have ticks or fleas or some other parasites!" She dragged the kind girl away, and the kind girl looked ovr her shoulder at me as she was dragged away.

        I shivered as the icy rain splattered against me again, washing away the warmth the girl's hand had left on my head. Mewling loudly, I shook myself off, running to get somewhere dry. I didn't run that far, though, the pain in my stomach from hunger slowing me down. Just another reminder that I needed to eat something. And them something caught my eye between all of the fast-walking human legs; a hot dog, laying in the alley a few yards away. Purring from joy, I dashed out to it, ready to gulp it up. As I reached the hot dog, a huge something slams down onto my back, pinning me down. I heard something hiss loudly, saying, "Where do you think you're going, Pipsqueak?"