Mitko

Some cats, when they lose their humans, search desperately to find them again. Some would travel for days, months, years on end to be reunited with those people who had once cared for them.

...And then there are cats like Mitko, and humans like his old ones. You see, kittens are cute... for a time. But then they grow up, and suddenly the investment just isn't worth it. They're not as cute and silly and cuddly as they once were - Now they're scratching at the doors to be let out to chase the birds, leaving gifts of mice on your porch, marking their territory, dragging your shoes and your hair ties and your toilet paper through the house because they're bored of the way that you've grown bored of them. And so eventually those trips outside get longer and longer, until eventually the door never opens to let them in again at all.

Mitko found himself with a choice - Lay down and die, or adapt and overcome. And chose he did. Armed with claws and fangs, he could hunt and fight and survive. It wouldn't be easy... but it would be worthwhile.

Perhaps his life had taken a harsh turn; perhaps there were more turns yet to come. Perhaps his greatest allies would not be those who had raised him, who he had trusted, but those so different they struggled to understand each other. Perhaps his path was strange... some might even say wrong. But he would follow the road before him.

Fate and past be damned, he would survive.