I eat rats, I eat fish, I drink water from the sewer, I get run over by cars multiple times. I hate water. This is my life.

For the past 4 years of my life, I have been on the streets.

Most of the time I sleep in the attics of strange human beings with strange things.

Sometimes I love to jump on their roofs to make them annoyed for no reason when they go to bed. Sometimes I shout at them just to creep them out.

My life as a small kitten was never easy. I always was kicked around. People would always take me just because I am cute or whatever they thought of me, but it didn’t stop me from doing what I wanted.

I always loved to sneak out whenever they were asleep and I never went back there.

This is my life.

I have no mother, no father, no siblings, and no friends. I live how I want to live and nobody is going to stop me from being myself. Not even the people I love can stop me from that.

It was always me living by myself. I’ve seen many human aunties and uncles who were always welcoming me to come and live with them, but I refused.

I wanted to live by myself and do what I feel like doing. I can’t just go and rely on some strangers, but I thanked them for their offers.

I have human brothers and sisters who bully me for fun but I’m used to it. They didn’t mean it anyway. The aunties and uncles would treat my injuries and brothers and sisters would cheer me up whenever they saw me having a bad day.

Humans may think that living the life of an animal would be so pitiful when they haven’t even experienced it.

I love being a cat!

I don’t want to be a dog or a human.

I’m just happy with the way I am.