[[ Ella - My beginning ]]
Like everyday, I sat down and used my adorable look. (I'm 3 moons.) I only watched twolegs walk past me. I hated living in that cage... A cage is that silver-webbed thing that twolegs use to trap cats so they can't run away. Every time a twoleg went past me, I let my head droop. I felt unloved. But at the end of the day, a young, male, adult twoleg walked up to me. He looked over to the twoleg the owner of the place. The next thing I knew was that I was curled up in the twolegs' front legs, purring loudly.
"Brandon! I think I'm getting a home!" I mewed happily to the elderly tom that lived beside my cage.
"That's wonderful, Ella!" He purred.
When I heard the younger twoleg say me name, I gave him a happy, high-pitched, meow. When he nuzzled me, I knew he was going to take me with him.
I glanced over at Brandon and stretched my paw toward him. Lucky for me, my new twoleg got my message.
"What're you doing, young one?" He asked.
"I want to say good bye..." I murmured and put my tiny paw through the webbed thing. My twoleg looked back at the owner. A few minutes later, my new twoleg took Brandon, too!
"I'm not going to die in this place after all..." He sighed happily. I purred and hopped into another cage our twoleg put us into.
"I'm glad you're coming with us," I mewed, curling up into his belly fur.
Brandon purred softly and laid his tail over me. "I'm glad I'm coming with you, too," He murmured and I fell fast asleep.
