Okay, this is my first story. Feedback is much appreciated! :)
There will be more to come...
Chapter 1- A Break for Freedom
It's funny the way friendships are forged. You can meet someone in the most unexpected turn of events, and you find you have something in common. That was what happened to me. This is my story, the story of my life.
I suppose I should start by introducing myself. My name is Pixie Calypso, although I prefer to be called by my Jellicle name. I am, after all, a Jellicle cat. That is hardly surprising, since all cats are Jellicle cats. Pixie is my human name. Believe me, it is extremely humiliating to be called 'Pixie'. My Jellicle name, Calypso, is the only thing that gives me my dignity. After all, Greek mythology is pretty dignified.
Since the beginning of my kittenhood, I had been a housecat. My owners were very careful to not let me out. It frustrated me greatly to be trapped, to not know the outside world. Now approaching my third birthday, one of my owners carelessly left the door open for just a moment, on an enticingly warm afternoon. I seized my chance, and bolted through the door to freedom. I had meant to come back, but I just had to see the outside world first. London was big, and exciting, and full of wonderful sights, sounds and aromas.
After a long day of wandering around crowded streets and dingy alleyways, I was tired and ready to come back home. I had experienced enough to last me a lifetime, in just one short day. I had been tickled under the chin by several friendly humans. I had chased a mouse for the first time in my life. (It had gotten away, but only just.) I had even gotten into a bit of a fight with another kitten, over a scrap of gristle. Sleepily, I padded up the steps of my owners' house, but stopped suddenly as I faced a closed door. I had expected that my owners would have left the door open for me to come back in, ready to welcome me into their loving arms. But that was not the case. For the first time in my life, I was completely alone.