Rain dazzled the cobblestone road; the tall buildings above stretching to the sky. You can hear the rumble of cars as they rush past, dispersing the small puddles on the side of the road.

Ears pricked; a cat jumps over a small, iron fence into a lush green garden dotted with irises. It looks down into a patch of daffodils; gaze serene and pelt unruffled against the falling rain.

You’re in the cat’s place now. Looking down at those vibrant, yet droopy flowers.

What do you think? Are you calm, unaware, distressed? No matter. You know you’re safe, at least now you are. Breathe in the dreamy scenery sprouting around you, nothing can harm you now.

Your paws are tucked over the sides of the flower bed, looming over like a hungry hawk. Your nose is filled with the scent of blossoming flowers and rain that was begining to thrum in your ears. Every flicker of aloof has died away from your pelt, you close your eyes, trusting the scene around you to keep you guarded.

Your whiskers twitch, and the faint sound of a door opening and closing distracts you. You better go now; those kids that live here have returned from wherever they’ve been. You rise and shake the rain from your whiskers; quickly padding towards the other side of the yard.

You leap over, shaking your pelt out as you reach the shelter of a tall, pine tree. You shift onto your hind legs and leap up onto the rough bark, clawing your way up to the nearest branch. You stretch out over the branch, yawning and letting your fluffy tail droop over the side. Your mind settles for a peaceful conversation to yourself; what had you done that day?

Walking, eating, resting, walking, searching, resting, coming across the garden you usually sleep by, and now you’re here. It went quite well as always. You think of what you’d do the next day- oh no bother. Let the future worry for itself. You do, however, want to head back to that girl’s house, she’s quite friendly and gives you something to eat every other day.

But deep down you wish for something more. You can’t hook your claws into it, but maybe it has to do with the fact that you have no one to talk too? Your ears droop, that’s why.

You adore the place you live in, plenty of kind people and hundreds of places to stay. But yet, could leaving be for the best? No. Absolutely not. What if you met danger or even worse, no friends? For once you’re nervous. No way would you leave your home. Not now, not ever.

You yawn, maybe it was time to rest. Carefully climbing down the pine tree, you leap back over the fence and duck into one of the bushes surrounding the garden. You’d made your own little makeshift nest the day before, a few small, sturdy sticks keeping most of the rain out. Finally, you lay your head down, tail over nose. Maybe tomorrow you’d decide what to do.