There I was, sat waiting patiently on the stairs for the sound of a key to unlock the front door.
Will I ever see them again? That question haunted me every time I saw them leave. I fear being on my own; I want to do more than just eat and sleep the day away.
Thankfully, that familiar jingling sound grew louder, making my ears twitch through excitement. I hadn't seen a new face in all my years since last Summer . . .
I had been forgotten about, passed on to the next family where I may just utter my final meow.