The pitter patter of four small feet can be heard throughout the alleyway. His fur is soaking wet, as a storm had just recently swept by. Luckily, it was a short one with hardly any thunder. Nevertheless, he was still cold and wet. He has nobody to go to. He never has, except for a large stuffed bear. There it sits, always ready for him in the same alleyway he'd found it in as a kitten. "Momma!"
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Momma
Short StoryI saw this picture of what I assume to be a stray cat sitting on a stuffed bear on the sidewalk. As soon as I saw this picture I wanted to know the story behind it, but instead I began to make a story up in my head. It's not very good btw.
