As I wander through the deserted streets, now with a full stomach the sound I hear is the wind howling through the broken windows of the abandoned buildings. The what once had to be a bustling town is now nothing but ruins, with debris scattered everywhere. The only sounds that can be heard are the howls of the wind and my soft padding as I make my way towards what I hope will be a safe place for the night. I still am unaware of what dangers I need to be on the lookout for. I know groups of humans roam the town, but not much else. No stray animals other than insects and birds.
I've been on my own for a while now, ever since waking up. I need to learned to fend for myself, as it seems that humans see me as a source of food now...
The thought of spending a night in the open is unbearable. I need to find shelter before nightfall.
I come across an old brick building, its entrance partially blocked by rubble. I squeeze through the opening, grateful to have found a potential shelter that nothing bigger than me can fit inside. The air is still and musty, but it's dry and I sense no danger.
I jump onto a windowsill and settle in, curling up into a ball. I am now able to see what is going on outside, whilst still being hidden. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the emptiness of the room. I know I'll have to move on in the morning, but for now, I'm grateful for this moment of peace.
As I curl up, I can't help but think about my past life as a human. I can hardly remember anything, but the memories of my previous form linger in my mind like a ghost. I see silhouette of people that I know are my family- my husband and our four kids.
Why did I become a cat? What happened to the world that led to this desolate place? Is it the same world that I have lived as a human? I've heard whispers of a great disaster in war ridden countries, but the details are lost to me. Am I in such a place? I need to learn to survive on my own, hunting for food and avoiding danger, until I know what led to be being a cat.
But that does sound like a lonely existence.
As I lay there, I try to push away the thoughts of loneliness and focus on the warm energy I feel inside. I imagine myself surrounded by my family, with my husband petting me gently and my kids playing with me. This fantasy gives me comfort and I feel a sense of peace settle over me.
The wind outside may howl and the rain may beat against the pavement, but inside I am surrounded by warmth and love. It's a moment of peace in an otherwise chaotic world. I take a deep breath, and let the warm energy flow through me as I drift off to sleep.
Tomorrow is a new day and I will face whatever comes my way, but for now I am content to rest and recharge. The world may have changed and I may be a cat, but I will never lose the love and warmth I feel inside.