Call me cat, I do not have a name yet, my owners are too busy with other domestic animals to give me a name. I wish to be called 'Survivor', because that is what I am.
I was found near dead by my current owner whom I will not mention because I don't want other species reading this to get the address, we are saturated at the compound as it is. Don't get me wrong, I would love to have others like me rescued but the survival rate, well lets just say, it will go down.
So, back to being found near dead. I looked like a rat, at least that's what one of my current owner said. I was astonished, 'ME! A RAT?' But I was dying, and details leading to my current state were vague. I was starving, my fur had fallen off and the cold, heat and fleas were having their moment. I know humans hate rats, but I was still shocked to know what they planned to do with me, kill me. Poor dirty starving me.What a way to go to the afterlife, naked, dirty and starving. Oh, and the look on the humans' faces, pure disgust at my sight.
I do not know what changed their minds, but I was alive two days later, at their homestead. I think they figured out I was not a rat. Anyways, I slowly made progress with my health. My fur started to grow back, my bony structure gained some body and muscles, my legs felt stronger. I knew recovery was a long way, but at least I was en route. I fed better than I had before, my amnesia started clearing(I hoped it wouldn't-just too painful).
I remembered my former home, my owner was cruel and abusive. Kicks in the back were not uncommon, no food for me, if I got lucky I would get some ugali. Yes, me a carnivore feeding on ground maize stirred in hot water. Rats were hard to come by, even they were fed up with the owner's mean spirit. No food scrapes lying anywhere, no access to the main house, or the food store. They packed and left. I had no one to play hide and seek with, neither did I have any meals, even the rats themselves.
The last blow came when I made a discovery at my mean owner's house. I smelt the aroma miles away, sneaked into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of meat lying on the table. I should have ran off, gotten a quiet private place and munched to my fill. I guess I was too hungry, I sat there and started feasting. It was so delicious that I forgot it was totally illegal. I did not see the blow coming, followed by a scream from my owner's wife. Daang! She kicked worse than her husband. I wanted to stay and fight but I was so afraid. I attempted to ran through the kitchen window but something was wrong with my hind legs. I think she broke them. I crawled with so much pain a midst more blows raining all over me. I was severely wounded and hurt. That woman would have killed me if I had stayed longer.
Off I crawled, painfully, hungry and angry. Rats lived better than me. I traveled for days until I lost consciousness at my current owner's farm. I must have stayed there for some time before they found me because my limbs were less painful.Long story short, I survived this whole ordeal and now live happily with my new owners. See this little girl here? Well that's me, after my survival thing. I look happy and healthy right? I am. I have friends around here, some friendly others weird, but still friends. I would never want to go back to my former owner ever!! And NO! you do not want to see what I looked like before this, it scares me, it would kill you. Thank you owner for rescuing me.
Me and my best friend playing.
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