The skinny cat slinks through damp alleyways with hunger in her eyes, desperation sharpening her senses to a degree that she never thought possible. She’s found freedom in starvation, purpose in the chase, salvation in the feeling of blood between her teeth.
She will never be a house pet again.
Ethan Noll writes short stories and poems. He hopes to write something longer someday.
Vivid!
I love this one! I have a feral cat that I adopted, who does seem torn between the coziness of home and the freedom of the streets. (Don’t we all?)