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The Autobiography of a Cat To Lily, who is probably partying at the farm now. (I mean : by Lily 😉) I was born on some day, in some place, I don't know the details, 'cause, hey, I'm a cat. Until some age I couldn't see, and oh, how horrible! Bumping into some sibling every other minute, ah, terrible! I heard my owner say she found me on the street. I still can't believe I was I once so poor. Oh, my, I must have been terrible. Oh my, oh my! Poor me, poor me. Anyway, after some number of weeks, I found myself in a warm, clean, delicious-smelling place, a home. At first it was a bit scary, but I got comfortable after meeting with yum foods, wonderful bed, great toys! There's this one like a mouse, and this soft one...(*1) Anyway, I mustn't stray from the subject, but I love luxury! Yeah, I got used to living indoors, but oh! That one horrible thing! Every day, at random, they (and by they I mean *shudder*  the children) grab me, almost slap me, put their tiny ...

  Hello! The story you are going to  read today is, well, super classic. It is definitely(!) not possible to understand what it is about by looking at it's title. But I can't think of any other title yet. If you have any suggestions please let me know with the comments. Also let me tell you that this is an unfinished story, and I am still writing it, slowly though. Anyway, enjoy! The Orphans Chapter One: The First Death The three siblings ran down the lane towards the apartment happily. The oldest was Jack, a 20-year-old youth with chestnut hair, a brave heart and a steady face. He studied in a good university and was altogether a nice boy. The next in line was Jessie, a fifteen-year-old, with long blonde hair streaming behind her. She was a faint-hearted princess to the eyes of literature, yet she was generous and kind, and much-loved in the family. She was weak in fighting illness though, and the family’s great fear was that she should leave them after a sickness. The younge...