DeadCat - Chapter 1: Looking Death in the face

I was born in an alley, just a common place for a cat to be born. It would have been better if I was born in a more epic environment like on the top of mount Everest or in the jungle, the mighty jungle, and talk about how I survived to become what I am now, but no, just a common birth.

I was the first of three little kittens. I was too young to know about anything and I couldn’t care less. The first days we lived inside a box to shelter us from the wind and rain. I mostly slept all day, waking up just to eat or pee. I had no worries but my luck was about to change.

By the time I could run freely without falling because of my large head and my small legs, winter had arrived and with it, hunger and cold. We were weak and still small to hunt for some food. One day when we were sleeping, and without us knowing my mother left us in front of a house. She decided the better chance for surviving was to be adopted by humans or so I thought. I prefer to think that, instead of just being abandoned as an unwanted child.

Later that day I woke up, didn’t knew where I was. My brother and sister were still sleeping. It was dark and I could hear many steps approaching to our place. There were red eyes surrounding us, sharp teeth shined at the moonlight, rat’s teeth craving for food, we were their prey. We tried to fight, but we were over numbered, we were little and weak. We stood no chance; there were many of them. I felt so much pain I passed out.

The next thing I remember was opening my eyes with a weird sensation that I could not describe. I was in the same alley I was born; we were there, all of us. My mother, my brother and sister, even I was there. Closed my eyes and opened them again, just to see the awful truth. I was back to the reality and we were dead bodies or at least what remained of us. I cried and screamed, no one could listen. The rats were still there. Jumped over them with no effect, it was as if I was not there. Kept swinging my small-clawed paws to their heads, just to get rid of all the anger I had. My efforts were futile.

From that day on, I prowl the streets searching for answers and even revenge. I feel no hunger, I feel no pain. I’m DeadCat.