My Forever Home
I wander along the road miles from where I used to call home. I had been booted out just once too often and was now on the look out for a place I could be comfortable living in forever.
I scavenged food for weeks before finding myself the perfect spot.
No one in sight, just plenty of birdlife, magnificent trees and mountains of bush. This is home, I thought, the minute I laid eyes on it.
My very first adventure in my new home was to climb to the very top of the highest tree and look out.
Wow, I thought, a sea view. I had found my favourite spot. This would be my daytime spot.
That night it started to rain. Just a shower at first, but then it got quite heavy, so I ran towards an old water pipe. Wow this is the life, favourite tree, cosy bedroom. What more could I ask for. The best thing was there was no one to bug me.
I had to walk around at night to get food for myself. People left food out at their back doors and I knew exactly where to go and find it. That was always in the middle of the night. If they saw me there in the day time they would tell me to go away. I guess they didn’t want a scruffy thing like me messing up their uppity seaside neighbourhood.
I don’t know how long I had been there but one morning I awoke to big bangs right by my bedroom. I came out yawning and stretching to find machinery there digging the land. No one took any notice of me. They just kept on digging and in the process destroyed my bedroom.
Every morning I was woken by the same noise but I refused to leave. This is my home and they aren’t going to move me on, I thought. I would just climb my tree for the day and watch. It was all very interesting and I had no idea what they were doing.
Then a very big red truck arrived and it had plenty of wood on it. After a few days they had built a viewing platform for me. I now had a massive bedroom underneath the platform.
Wow, could my life get any better?
After the platform was erected some people came. They were taking photos so I jumped up on the platform and posed for them. They had a young boy with them and he came down to see me. He sat down by me and told me I had very big ears. How insulting. But he seemed nice and I heard his mum saying that I looked hungry. Soon after they left and came back with some food for me. It was really nice food.
As the weeks went by the platform grew and a roof went on. It had become a house. I would sit on the roof and look out to the sea. What a life. It had three flights of stairs and the same family came two or three times a week and every time they bought food for me. I really liked them and missed them when they weren’t there.
Then something huge happened, A big truck arrived with furniture and they started bringing it into my new house. I wondered what was happening at first. Then I saw the family.
The mum came in with a big comfortable looking box with a fluffy blanket in it.
I knew when the family all stood and looked at me that they wanted me to get inside the box. I jumped right in. Wow, I thought, I have a nice kind family. They all moved in that day.
Of course I rule the roost, after all, I was here first, but I have no complaints. They have become my forever family. I am now a lot bigger so my ears don’t look too big anymore and I have a best friend. The young boy who came to play with me on the platform two years ago. His name is Ethan.
I sleep on his bed every night and if I go outside in the cold he worries about me.
I hear him at the door calling for me. “Come on Sammie, here puss puss puss. Come in, it’s cold outside.” And when he arrives home every afternoon he picks me up and cuddles me. He is worth purring for.
sammie is a cat who was a stray and was adopted my a family moving to his perch next to the sea side.
sammie is , as I believe , an average cat. He likes cuddles and nature, and can’t keep in his adventurouse , or cuddly spirt.
i belive that sammie is a kind and optimistic soul and is like an average cat, cuddly, adventurouse and parcialy ferousouse.
i think that sammie is social cat. Because he was searching for a place he could call his own, and he enjoyed the company of the family, though he does like his independance as many cats do, because he told us that he enjoyed that there was no one at his new home.
sammie obviously sees that life can be harsh but you can have luck and he enjoys life now.
Thanks for reading my reflection on this story, stay colourful!🌸💜🦄😀🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱