
𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕪
a tom pads through the streets, the place he calls home. he has lived on the streets his entire life. the streets are where he was born, and they are where he will die. it isn't an easy life to live, but it is a life of freedom. it's cold in the winter and it's difficult to find food. this tom likes this life, as he feels the life of a house cat is less than dignifying. as he walks, he hears a she-cat calling him from above. he looks up and he sees a purebred she-cat with a fancy bell collar.
"you, you're an alleycat, aren't you?" she said, her fluffy tail swishing.
"and you're a prissy housepet, aren't you?" the tom responds, not liking the term 'alleycat'.
"i wouldn't say prissy," she smirked as she leaped down gracefully in front of him. she was rather pretty now that the tom got a good look at her. "my people have a new child, and the little brat keeps pulling on my tail. i wanna get out of here. can you show me around the city?"
"are you sure about that?" the tom smirked as he mockingly pawed at the bell that hung on her collar. "the streets arent friendly to housepets."
"then teach me, stranger." she winked as she walked past him. the tom trotted up beside her.
"just saying, nobody is going to deliver food to you in a silver bowl." the tom said.
"i can live with that." she smiled.





