“Scat, shoo, come on get out of here,” shouted the irritated man from his driveway. I scrambled on my paws to catch my balance as I raced down the street. My heart was pounding as I dodged an SUV coming toward me; the driver honked and yelled at me to move. I darted into a yard to try and catch my breath, but then I saw the sign, “Beware of Dogs.” I ran before the barking began. As soon as I saw the other stray cats wandering aimlessly underneath the bridge I knew I was almost home.

My cat name is Kylie but, people call me Scat. Most of them usually shout it out whenever I’m near. I’ve been an alley cat for almost a year now. I am one of the lucky cats actually, to have made it this long without dying of disease or without being captured. Most would have you believe that if you were caught at least you’d have a guaranteed meal and a chance at adoption. Well what they failed to mentioned is what happens when no one comes for you.
My story is a lesson to be learned. So, here it is. I was the youngest of five kittens. My mother named my older sister, Sasha, then Peter, Tim, Ann, and of course me, Kylie. My mother bore us in an abandoned building downtown. She never fully recovered from the delivery and lacked basic motherly instincts, to nourish us properly. Unfortunately, due to my mother’s inability to correctly care for us two of my siblings, Sasha and Tim died. There was no funeral or burial in their memory, one day they were here and the next they just didn’t wake up. We went on because that’s what our mother did.

When we reached the age of only five months my mother was gone. We never found out if she just took off or if she had been murdered, but regardless we had to go on. The three of us were quite young and I guess still cute. So, it wasn’t long before people picked us up. A very kind woman named, Pam, found us wandering around a dumpster in search for food; she took one look at us and knew she had to help. I wish I could tell you that was when everything changed and we all lived happily ever after, but I’d be lying. Instead, that was when we were separated from one another. You see Pam although very sweet, couldn’t afford to keep three young kittens. So, she tried to find suitable homes for us.
Until the time came for Pam to give us away, we stayed with her in a studio apartment for about a month. There she taught us how to use a litter box and I finally got to taste real authentic cat food, which by the way isn’t that great. Eventually Pam found a place for me, so I said goodbye to the only family I had left. I meowed and tried to hold on to Pam’s sweater, but my new owner just pulled me away. Now I can’t even remember how my brother or sister look anymore, but I remember their warmth whenever we’d cuddle together at night.

My new master’s name was Timothy, he was a nice enough fellow, and actually I was for his daughter, Sandra. She was only ten years old and had a very short attention span. We would sometimes play and soon thereafter she’d get bored easily; she’d prefer watching TV most days instead of playing with me. As she grew older she only became more distant and more self involved. It seems I was only in the family’s way and costing them money. Even though my family wasn’t perfect I still loved them very much.
Sadly, my love didn’t translate to my once beloved family. I gave them what affection I had left and they repaid me with abandonment. Timothy left me beside a park downtown, and I saw him for the last time as he drove over the bridge that I now call home. Looking back I don’t remember him having any remorse, the only thing he uttered was, “scat, shoo, get out here.”

Each day I wake up wondering what I did. Maybe I was too lazy, or ate too much, or shed too much hair, or maybe I’m just not worth anything. Perhaps I am unlovable. Why else would I be alone? Sure there are other stray cats living here, but we’re all damaged, left behind by the very people who promised to protect us. Many of the cats living here were tortured, starved, neglected, and are frightened by the very sight of a human. Some were overly aggressive, and as you could imagine we are not exactly the best company to have around.
Now, I have no idea how long I’ve been abandoned, it seems like an eternity. In reality, it’s most likely that I’ve suffered this lonely street life for a couple of years. Living out here, for such a long time has taught me that you can’t trust anyone. Not even your own species. When you’ve been separated from the social world for so long your personality changes, you become more primitive. Stray cats argue like everyone else with the added fact that we scratch and claw each other. We are animals, so our behavior isn’t surprising how we chose to resolve our disputes.
After living here, beneath the bridge, I’ve realized that life is short. Some of the cats would leave in search of food and would never come back. On one occasion, I recall a very tenacious cat, named mike, living nearby. He had recently been dumped. I was amazed he wasn’t bitter whatsoever. He just kept moving forward with his life, taking it one step at a time. Mike always seemed to find the silver lining in any and all situations. I admire him so.
At this point in my life I decided I wasn’t going to die without being loved or at least giving love. So, I changed my attitude. Maybe humans can’t see my beautiful heart or the amount of compassion I have inside me but, that’s their loss. I made a better effort to get to know the cats living beside me. So, it took a long time for each of us to trust one another. Eventually we all came together and created our own family. Above all else we would never dump a family member because, we would always love them.
I wish I could tell you that after creating our family that everyone and everything was perfect, but it wasn’t. The sad truth is that the streets are filled with dangerous situations that can leave you dead or an orphan, once again. Within the year, out of ten stray cats that made up our home, only three remained. Some were lost to the climate change, the winters here are brutal. So, some would go to sleep and never woke up again. Others were run over and left as rode kill. The humans that kill our family members are heartless, not one of them bothered to get out of their cars. Maybe if they had they would have seen that they weren’t dead just in agonizing pain. Of course, without the care of a veterinarian it was only a matter of time before their heart would cease to beat.
It seems anytime you try to make something for yourself, like a family and home, humans find a way to take it. Maybe not every human is completely heartless, but I have yet to find one in any of my nine lives. Every new summer would come more strays in search of a place to call home. I couldn’t bring myself to remember anymore names. What’s the point? Who knows if they’d be there in the morning? It’s difficult when you realize that you have no one to comfort you. Although, all the cats surrounding me were in the same situation, I still felt isolated.
Before I go I wanted to tell my story to someone, perhaps in an attempt to salvage another lost and forgotten soul. It’s been a long battle trying to survive out here, all alone. With the amount of time I have to think, I have come to realize that I’m ready to die. Death isn’t the worst thing that could happen to cat, that was a lesson I learned a long time ago when I was first left beside the bridge. So, tomorrow I’m going to walk to the notorious men with nets, who work for the pound. It won’t be long after that before the cage me and then stuff me in box where the suck the air out of me. The amount of torture is going to be excruciating but so is this feeling of loneliness, of hunger, of being homeless, and of constant fear.

I understand that you were recently abandoned yourself. Soon, you’ll come to
realize all of what I am telling you. Maybe you won’t choose this extreme, to commit suicide, but you will dread waking up to this nightmare. A word of caution: be very careful and do not trust the humans.
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[1]Bridge:
http://www.cityofseattle.net/Neighborhoods/preservation/images/large/SchmitzParkBridge3DON.jpg
[2]Animal Dumping Sign:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kenneth_moore/2588727777/
[3]Caged Cat:
http://www.grangeville.us/idahocounty/police/animalcontrol/uploaded_images/DSC02405-706107.JPG