I huddled close to the person in the blue gown. She’s offering me food. I need to get close to her again. I eat quickly right after I look at her. I don’t want her to run away, to disappear and leave. I was a tiny little one when I started living on the street. I have jumped from house to house and gate to gate. It’s been almost 6 years. My friends and I play and run around but street life is a pain. Nobody has wanted me before now. I would like a home so I can be somebody’s lap cat–just the person and me.