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Finding my human was difficult.
Since my mom left me so she could have more of us, I knew I didn’t want to be like her, having lots of kittens with any old Tom. Born in an alley but in need of a home, I was determined to get a human to look after me.
There were two humans I had my eye on. Neither had a cat and both lived in Maple Street where our alley comes out.
One was Gavin at number 3. Kind, cheerful, and lovely hands. He used to tickle me when I sat on the fence. Then there is Amy at number 8. She of the lovely treats from her pockets. Also kind, also my type.
I was having a long dilemma when it happened. I got run over. I just wanted to serve what was across the black strip they call the road when a car driving at a reckless 15 miles an hour hit me.
Gavin and Amy came running over. Gavin gently picked me up, and we went to Amy’s house. I had never been inside a house, but it was warm and smelled great.
They fussed over me. “ Luckily just bruising,” said Amy as she felt all along my body. I loved how her fingers gently pressed into my fur.
I was sure I was hurt and needed food and warmth. I showed this by purring and stretching.
Amy obliged, and for a gorgeous few days, I was the centre of her world. I got to sit on her lap and she would rub that special place…
