A collection of short stories about and by, cats.
Excerpt from 'Black Street Cat:'
I am the black cat of night: No name: I walk the dark, lonely streets of the night-time city answering to no-one. The city is my home, my identity and my existence.
I am alone, belonging to no-one, no-one belonging to me. I depend on no-one, no-one depends on me. I am always alone. Such is my life. I would have it no other way.
I wander the streets alone, because in loneliness there is safety. I try to avoid all living things, because in them there is danger. I must often go against my desire to avoid all the other creatures of the night since I must eat. The mice and other vermin are my prey. Their deaths mean that I will live another day. I take no pleasure in the killing, it is simply that I must often kill to survive.
There are places I must go to feed. There are places I must go to hide away during the daylight hours. There are places I must avoid because of the danger. These places are my life, and this is my story.
I once lived with humans. I was quite happy then, I think. I was well fed, and lacked for nothing, but change came in the form of a child human and I was no longer wanted. I was neglected so I ran away and made a new life in the jungle of the city.
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