PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
I remember my siblings and I chasing each other down wet alleys and hiding behind trash bins. We ate gritty mice and scraps of garbage – until the day we smelled something delicious in a box. We hunted it like lions. I, being boldest, pounced first. With the first bite came a metallic trap-door snap.
In the place with many boxes, sometimes I even dreamed of Mama and her warm fur.
I live in another world now. Their memories fade as new ones take their place. I chase sunbeams on the carpet and play hide and seek with my humans.
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