A summer cats story

The time was now, the cat leept from the window and out onto the tree branch.
Slowly making his way downwards, creeping, listening, carefully.
Finally down at the lowest branch he looked up.
He's old home, now a memory playing in the back of his mind.

The old house had been his birthome as well as his mothers and her mother..
Now it was all an old lost cabin in the woods, where no one ever visited anymore.

It was last autumn when they had packed stuff in those funny looking boxes and my favorite, the little kid Adams had cried and cried and cried, whiteout seeming to stop.
The more I was trying to comfort him the more he cried, I didn't know what to do.
Just a couple of days later they had packed all those boxes in that big machine and left.
Me and my mom was left here, little food and an open window.
We sat here waiting and calling for them, to come back.
But no one ever came...
Spring and Summer past and so did autumn, mom got weaker when winter arrived yet again.
We had a hard time finding enough food and even harder now when the cold came.
I knew I had to do something because mum wasn't strong enough to leave the house anymore and the winter storms were soon here.
So I decided to make a last long trip to go fined food for us and if I got lucky I cold fined the humans so they could get mom and help her to get healthier.

So here I am now, leaving our home, going further then I never gone on my own.

I hope you'll stay strong until I come back Mom...