Chapter 3
Tears streamed down Rick's matted and tangled face, a month has passed since he was cruelly thrown away, there was a puddle forming beneath his legs. He was standing at the very oak he was abandoned under, he was just skin and bones now, a kind human offeres him food every rare now and then, but that couldn't sustain a full grown tomcat. He turned, and ran. Ran, to where? Ran, just ran, no particular direction. No where to go for a stray in this cruel world.Rain poured off Rick's droopy whiskers as he slumped back to the old matted dog bed he slept in. Water rained down, sleeking his fur down to look skinny as ever, chilling him to the bone. His bed produced some warmth, but not enough little Rick needed. A rat scitted across his path, Rick gave chase, but it ducked beneath some old trash bins, out of reach for the hungry, homeless cat.
Rick awoke in his bed to see morning sunlight seeping through the alleyways, even that didn't arouse his long forgotten spirits. He got up, heading toward the road, no one cared if he were alive, no one cared if he were dead.
"Rick! Is that you?" A thin white molly meowed from the top of a fence, "Mitzi? Is it really you?" Rick was shocked, he hadn't seen Mitzi since they were kittens! Mitzi was his reckless feral sister who took pride in herself even on the verge of death. "Rick, what happened to you? Your skin and bones!" She looked rather plump for a street cat. "I was kicked out of my humans home" he sighed, "see!? I knew you shouldn't have trusted those flea-bags!" She snarled. "I have to go, feral duty, good luck, old Rick!" She waved a paw and disappeared over the fence, leaving hungry, distressed Rick alone once more.
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