This story is written from the point of view of the two feral cats who lived under our Pole Barn. its still a work in progress. Hope you like it!
I watched the strange human standing by the edge of the building I was under. What did it want? Why doesnt it come under and get me? It has me cornered, it is in front of the only way out from under the building."kitty, kitty," The human called. I back away from the food infront of me, it smells too much like human anyway. Where is Madza? Oh yeah, he had gone hunting. I slip back under the house. The human can wait. I see Madza coming back, I have to tell him about the human, but he'll freak out if I do.
