See, Ey, Tea: CatA Story by YouoweYoupayI was not afraid, because friends should trust one another.
SEE, EY, TEA: CAT
Dunya found me wandering by the pavement. I wasn't really crying. It's what she thought once she heard me calling out for mother. This misunderstanding was delicious though. It left me a few shreds of cooked chicken on the gravel.
After that we became friends. Dunya was unlike any other human-litter, to be honest. She brought red and yellow wool strings from her home everyday and swept them across the ground. Once I had my lethal claws on the strings, she would pull them away. I wondered why. Dunya never spoke to me in a harsh tone or yelled or shooed me from my shaded spot. And she never tried to yank my tail or toss stones at me.
When I bragged to the orphaned kitten sisters that Dunya had called me the name: Hilwa, they warned me about human trickery. One day, the kittens said, she might take a helpless kitten like me away and lock me inside her den to be eaten by her sinister siblings.
I was not afraid, because friends should trust one another. So, I waited for her in the orange sunlight once I heard the quickening sound of her shoes across the street. She held a strange blue item with bells that rang. And it spun in the air and fell further when the huge monster with wheels and a growling sound hit Dunya.
She fell asleep on the gravel and many grief-smelling human adults and their fear-smelling litter came and went and then moved her away.
My mother told me that Dunya would not smell of vanilla biscuits and kindness anymore.
I wondered how long it takes for humans to return from death. © 2013 YouoweYoupayAuthor's Note
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