"I am telling my tale from my hiding bush
in this third world America. Nothing surprises me anymore. I'm a totally
self-contained kitty - with the help of a human who seems to care - sending
food my way and water. I won't let go of my instincts though - bugs have always
been delicious and I'm not about to give them up! My name is Chiquita. I have
survived being trapped and my sex taken from me - but, in the long run - it's
ok - I don't have to worry about being chased by these big old toms and
attacked. I don't want to go through what my mom did. She did her very best. Me
and my brother left - she didn't make it. We did - I am a survivor - I'm a cat
in the hood."
“You need to know first about me. I love my
freedom – that’s number one. I’m two years old and according to statistics I
won’t live much past five unless my human keeps caring for me – then I may be
able to have a full life. But it’s not easy dodging those souped-up motorcycles
that split my eardrums and cars that sound like bombs are driving them from
across the street! Why do humans so love noise? Don’t they understand how much
more they could learn and thrive if they simply would listen to what’s around
them?” ... to be continued....
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