Oliver and Company: Scarface
Chapter 1: Feral
Life in the big city is tough. It's a world where only the strong survive, and shelter is limited. Some would look at me the same way one would look at a rat. I walked the streets, I live on the streets, and I may die on the streets. It's the only place I know of as home. Trust me, you come to this borough, you better be ready to fight and stay on your paws
Most of the time, I am rather wary of humans. Still, you will find those kind souls that offer food. Bless them. I am a green-eyed Tortoiseshell cat or 'Tortie' with one side of my face black, and the other blond tabby mixed with bits of black and white. I have a scar from my forehead down to my cheek, and slashing through my eyelid hence my nickname
It was another day on the street. I call Linden Boulevard in Brooklyn my home. Lots of cats like me around there, let me tell yah. Cats that are abandoned by their humans don't last too long out here. This was a day I would never forget. I got myself some food from the kindness of a few humans in Prospect Park. I was heading to Atlantic Avenue until...
"Well, well, what do have here?" said a cat with a poisoned purr,
That purr turned a light snarl ready to pounce, "Fresh meat...,"
It was just a little orange kitten. Judging by the collar, this one has a human. Some mother cats will eat the kittens that die in birth. I ain't about to see this little one about to end up as some alleycat's meal. I didn't think about what I did next. It just happened. I leaped down into the alley to defend the kitten, "BACK OFF!" I snarled to the cat-pack.
"If it isn't Scarface?" mocked their leader, Rex, a brown tabby about my size, "you're last I'd expect to do the mommy thing for that little tike, tell yah what, you give 'em to me, and I'll give you the back leg," I arched my back. I had my claws and teeth ready to fight. I knew I had to do something for this little youngin', "oh...is that's how it's gonna be?"
"SHUT UP! SHUT YOUR MUZZLE!" I snapped, "he's with me,"
The little orange kitten looking back up at me, "I am?"
"Shut your kibble hole, and play along," I snarled behind my teeth,
"Uh...yeah! She's my mommy!" said the kitten, standing his ground. Although I pondered eating him for that little stunt he pulled, it made Rex and his gang pull away back into the alley. I walked away from the kitten, "Hey! We did it!" cheered the kitten, and the orange puffball began to follow me, "hey, where're you going?" he asked as a kitten would.
I looked back, and didn't answer. I kept on walking. I don't where I was going to now. I just kept going, and the kitten gave out questions like a TV reporter, "You saved my life back there, and I just want to say thank you for saving me and all...," I was quick to look back at the kitten with an angry look in my eyes. I have a bad side that comes out fast.
"Don't you have someone else to bother?!" I snapped at him, "you got a collar, yeah? Why don't you run along home to your human? These streets are no place for a kitten like you," I said hoping to make him run off. Instead, the kitten stood his ground, "did you not hear me? Are you deaf or something? I said...BEAT IT!" I said adding some more force
"You think I don't know what it's like?" the kitten spoke up,
"Oh boo-hoo, let's hear your little sob-story," I sassed back,
"I know what it's like, living out here, those rainy days in a box and being passed over by people, if it weren't for my human, I'd end up like you," said the kitten, "I'm all alone please...help me," this kitten has such an innocence in his eyes. The kind you may not find in a cat like me. I was conflicted. My heart said to help him. My mind said leave him.
I listened to my heart even if some say I have no heart. The kitten's right. I'm just a mean and angry cuss. He would end up like me if it weren't for his...human. I turned to the little kitten, and sat down. I looked down at the kitten, and he looked up at me. I lightly sighed, "So what's your name, kid?" I asked, trying to get to know the kitten for a start.
"Oliver," said the little orange puffball, he has a good name. I went up to this kitten to help him, not knowing what I was getting into. Now he's coming up to me, and asking for help. I don't know how long it's been since I felt this feeling, or if I ever felt his feeling at all in my life? It's the feeling that I'm doing the right thing to help a little kitten in need.
"So...what's your name? Is it really Scarface?" he asked,
I walked ahead not looking back at him, "Don't know, don't care,"
He kept pushing the question, "You gotta have a name or something,"
I groaned, "I can tell already you are going to get on my nerves,"
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