Fia

Fia

I used to be a plain white housecat.

Nothing interesting or extraordinary.

But then

My owner suddenly disappeared.

I overheard her daughter as she walked through the empty house:

"She was 90, it was bound to happen soon..." as she held back tears.

She looked down at me as I rubbed against her legs in comfort.

She kicked me. "Stupid cat." she grunted.

I shrunk back, rejected. I was just as hurt as she was right now.

Didn't she understand?

Apparently not.

Soon, I was left out in the streets with no one to care for me.

I searched through garbage to find my food.

I drank from sewage pipes.

I missed the way things used to be.

Then, as I strolled through an old alley, I came across a pair of glowing white eyes.

I backed away in caution.

"Don't be scared..." it whispered as it came toward me.

It appeared to be a strangely colored and spiked cat.

"My name is Piper." he said. "Would you like to read one of my books?"

He motioned toward a giant stack of books.

"I...don't know how to read." I muttered.

"That's ok, I can show you!" he said.

And so

Since then I have stayed with Piper.

Somehow being around him has caused these patterns to form on my fur.

Perhaps whatever has given him his bright neon fur is contagious?

Doesn't matter. I have once again found love.