Black Chick2: My Story
I crept through the tall grass, I could just barely see the little mouse scurry behind the bush. I stopped at the edge of my hiding place, one wrong move and I would miss my chance. I went through my plan step by step, I am ready. I slowly crouch down and get ready to leap, and my eyes zero in on my target. I go as fast as I can and my front paws land hard on the tail of the little mouse. Job well done, I scoop it up into my mouth and hurry back to my kittens, they should be waking up soon.
I felt the tingle as I shifted. The silver strands of hair fell around my face. I went and nudged my kittens with my pointed nose. “Wake up,” I whisper gently. I pranced to the kitchen and set some water to a boil and carefully tossed the mouse into the pot. My kitties came walking into the room purring with hunger. I could see the delight in their eyes when they caught wind of the smell of a mouse. I loved pleasing my kitties.
As I watched my kitties enjoying their food. I solemnly thought back to my life before it came to this. I thought about all the good times I had had with my once family and friends. I thought back to that one Saturday morning when everything changed.
And that’s when I realized I became crazy. I thought to myself, what am I doing? Why am I acting like a mother to these kittens? After all I’m a human being! I shouldn’t have bizzare thought like this. Then I realized something, it all started to come back to me. Just that one day when I was…
left on the side of the road, at the age of 5. Alone. I remember I started walking, to no particular place, just walking. I was just five years old, and my mother had just thrown me out of the car and left. When I was walking, I saw a stray cat. Alone. I picked it up thinking maybe its mom had just left her too. We ran off into the woods, living in a cave for about 13 years. I had so many cats by then. I loved them. They were my family.
