Living in the trailer was a step up. My young and withered body stretched over mountain tops and grass knolls. All of my fur kept me warm, but this night was exceptionally colder.
It was an abandoned trailer. I lived in a radius of about eighty miles. Something was dead enough each day to live on. And bugs always keep you spunky. Plenty of vegetation.
I would grab branches with my teeth and build a fortress underground. But after the rain, the soil was too damp.
I found the trailer a long time ago, actually. I was kind of afraid of it for a couple of years. Still had that lingering foreign smell. But I finally bit the lock. Found some old stale crackers. Drank some old gasoline. That probably wasn’t good to drink. Then I laid down on the bed and went under the covers after shutting the door.
Very warm.
The next day I felt like a spring chicken. I hunted in a few more meals than usual. Hunted mice. Went back to the trailer every night.
Finally met another of my kind. We all have it pretty good out here. I raise my young in the cold though. Don’t want my offspring to not be able to handle freezing degrees. Tough it out. Lock the trailor. Warn them to stay away, but keep the story alive. Maybe they will break in one day. Hasn’t been as cold. But it will.
Eighty mile radius. Wonder what’s passed the familiar river. What’s passed our territory.
Shorter lives, but we don’t know better. Sometimes I’ll lay down waiting to die. Then get that inspiration for a meal. One thing leads to another. Wet nose. New or old familiar smells. Guarding my territory with the thrill of the hunt. Bite some ankles. Take a nice trot in the sunrise.
Gorgeous out here. Would hate to be stuck inside.
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I like it. The life of a cat from his point of view.
Close! I was thinking wolf!