Jerome ran by, he was a blur and his hind legs kicked up dirt as he raced past. He ran into the deep forest, he leaped over a river and swerved past some bushes.
Mittens opened his eyes, he was in his home, a small cardboard box in an alley near the police station. He had a couple towels he had found that he slept on, it was warm enough in the winter and fallto keep him alive, and cool enough in the spring and summer to keep him alive also. The box had a door, made out of a big rag to keep rain, snow and sometimes wind out. No dogs kenw he lived there, but his cat scent covered the box, and the alley. He finds food in the trash, mainly halves of fish, half-eaten hamburgers, chunks of steak, bits of hotdogs and if he's lucky a whole chicken leg, if he's unlucky he'll go with only a piece of bread or no food at all. He finds water from puddles, dripping off from roofs, but there's always a secret narrow, and small, shallow river that runs behind the Police Station.
Mittens:
