An anthology of tales

All I ever knew was that prison. Sure they were nice, they fed me, they took care of me. Yet I knew this place was not my home, not the place I was meant to be.

I saw my chance and took it, trotting out the door my youngest master left open accidently. I was forced to leave my sibling behind, as wise as she was it’s too dangerous out there for her she was fragile in her old age. I waited for my masters car to leave the driveway. Once I was sure they were gone I ran.

I ran and, ran, and ran. I could feel the summer air heating up my face. I could feel the grass tickling my feet as I reached the hills. Once I reached them I began to roll down their daisy sprinkled sides. I felt free, yet connected to my ancestors who roamed these hills from birth to death. Who were free and truly knew how it felt to be connected to nature.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the bushes moving. So I climbed a tree to have a better advantage point, when a squirrel suddenly climbed past me. I decided to let my instincts take over. I chased after it.

I was climbing so fast trying to keep up, when suddenly the wind bowed and my entire body swayed like a daisy seed. I had reached the trees climax! It was by far the highest elevation I had ever been at. The house I lived in was only two stories and this was at least three times that. I needed to get down fast, but I don’t think this tree will hold. I tried to move, but my nails were imbedded into the tree.

It began to rain. The rain was coming down fast and heavy. The wind was picking up, violently shaking the tree. All the animals and insects ran down the tree. I screamed for help but my loudest roar was a mear whisper in the storms booming thunder.

I quickly realized that I was the only one that was going to help me. I started to remove myself from the tree, my body trembling. Once I got it unstuck I faced a new challenge: How do I get down!?

Sure I climbed up the tree, but getting down was a whole different story. I reached the nearest branch only to slip and fall half-way down. I was scrambling trying my hardest to grab one when i felt a sudden pain in my back, then everything went black.

When I woke up it was dark and the rain had stopped. Despite being knocked out cold for more than a few hours it did nothing to help my exertion. I fearfully scaled down the rest of the tree, heaving a long sigh of relief.

I crawled behind the nearest bush too tired to even stand. I fell asleep almost instantly. When I awoke the next day and, the squirrel that had led me up that tree ran in front of me I instinctively reached for it. Once I had it in my hand I bit it. I’m not sure why I did so, but once I did I couldn’t stop. I had been so high on adrenaline that I didn’t notice how hungry I was. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast of yesterday.

I started to crawl out of the rows of bushes when suddenly I was picked up by my younger male master.

“Guys I found her,” he was overjoyed, while I was frozen in shock. How had i not noticed that the bushes were barely a yard away from the house.

“ What! Lana, Allice come outside Lewis found marbles!” Amelia the oldest of the females shouted to her offspring. They all came rushing towards me.

“Kitty,” squealed Allice the youngest, I hated being called that. I was an adult cat not a ‘kitty.’

They took me inside and gave me a bath, my least favorite activity, but they did give me treats so I suppose it’s not the worst to live here.