Running Out of Lives

by Kerrin Tarr

    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.

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