His first breath of life he experienced ended not long after he took it. The circumstances of his life then death are average, nothing special to note other than the fact the entire thing was a complete and utter accident.
It started when his mother came across another stray cat, much like herself, who was hunting. Right off the bat he made her aware that this was his area and that she had to leave. His mother had no qualms doing so but that run in became a series of run ins until eventually she was pregnant, though she didn't know at the time. The father died long before his children were born as a neighbor of his led some angry stray dogs to him. As he had been all his life, he was fighting until the end.
His mother, having noticed that she was carrying had found a nice little hidden home next to some abandoned junk and wooden planks; a box that was a formidable shelter against the elements. It was there she stayed and there she gave birth to four kittens, three were tabbies like their father but one was calico like herself. She was a good mother, brought them food and cleaned them. Eventually, as all kittens do, the calico got curious and left home earlier than his brothers and sisters. If only his mother weren't out as well.
The hustle and bustle of street life attracted the young kitten and he soon found himself out on the pavement in the market. Not knowing what it meant to be where he was he found himself quite drawn to a wrapper a bit away as it glinted in the sunlight. He stepped with his little paws on the rough ground and traversed across. It's too bad his mother didn't have enough time to teach him to stay away from the ground he's on. If she'd had the time, he would have understood the implications of the large shiny beast that passed over him and ended his first life on Earth.
The first time he had been born into a human house it was his sixth breath of life. He had been in human houses twice before. The first was his third life; that life ended by something the humans called 'cancer'.
The second time was his fourth life, he had gotten ill and the sickness had spread. It took his life during the night. This, however, was the first time he had been born into a house and not a shelter to be taken to one. His mother, a black and white cat had given him white paws and the human child that lived there had immediately taken to calling him 'Mittens'.
Having been born in the human house itself was a new experience in the way that he was brought up and how he grew. The human mother hovered over them constantly and when she thought that he hadn't been getting enough food she would feed him herself. He wasn't used to human contact from so young, it was strange. Nevertheless he grew healthy, happy and strong. Once he was old enough he was given to another human family where he lived his life for another couple years. Sadly, he couldn't stay for longer. The humans were having trouble and eventually they had to leave. This wasn't a problem, as he had moved before and knew the process well enough.
The problem is that they left without him.
Back on the streets he went. He hadn't been without humans for a few lives and he was ill-prepared. His body, used to the foods he was brought up with as a house cat and not as defensive as it was, once upon a time, rebelled not long after he went back to eating street food.
Shortly three months after being abandoned by his humans and left to fend for himself he died of food poisoning outside of a restaurant.
Despite his newfound wariness of humans and their loyalties, he found that the final three of his lives left were spent with the humans. His next death wasn't as lonely as his sixth but was an accident as much as his first. The young child of his humans had been sneaking him food and one night they gave him something that was just too big for his throat, he died from choking within the hour.
In the next life, he lived with an older couple. Their children had already moved on and they were passing through their days with monotony, and so they got a cat. He wouldn't admit it but he was happy to say that he lived until his body gave out on him in that life. He had lived so long he got a sickness in his limbs that made it painful to move. The humans gave him things to fix it and it worked for a while but the illness became too much. He fell asleep with his humans and another human that stuck him with something pointy. The human woman had the illness too. He never woke up in time to see her go.
On his ninth and final life he lived his longest and happiest, growing up with his human side by side and eventually fathering children with another cat his human's parents had introduced well after he had matured. His human- his best friend was by his side all the way until he took his final breath for the very last time. Overall, he was proud to say that his lives were spent well, even if his deaths had mainly been unfortunate accidents. Nevertheless, he got it right in the end.
Now, to follow his son who had just made the same mistake that he did himself back in his first life.
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