Suddenly, I’m back. Back to the time when I was a stray and my owner kicked me out. He was a mean man even before he kicked me out. He would never feed me and leave me outside by myself for a long time. He wasn’t always like this. The day he got me, he was great, some would say amazing, but about a week later, he started to forget about me, and he wasn’t great, he was mean. Next thing I know, I’m dropped outside his apartment door and never let in again. At first, I had thought this was just one of the things he does, but I had this gut feeling that it wasn’t, and this was the end. But still, I stayed outside his door and waited for him to let me back in. He never did, and after 3 days, I left. I didn’t know where I was going, so I walked to the park across the street that I always see outside the window. I stayed there for 3 weeks until this little girl came onto the playground and there I was sleeping. I remember her petting me, whining at her mom to take me home, and next thing I knew, I had a new family and they are AMAZING. I thought this was going to wear off, but it hasn’t, and I have been with them for 3 years now. So, I don’t have to worry about being a stray kitten ever again.