One leg down, one bad heart, and who knows how many life’s, I arrived home.
I never knew about the search parties or the fliers that were put up seeking my return.
I remember roaming for days, running away from strangers, eating out of dumpsters, sleeping under bridges beside some real humans, but I do remember the car that hit me and didn’t stop.
I finally recognized my house by the window I used to sit by looking out at this neighborhood.
I guess I looked like a down and out kitty when they hear by screech and opened the door and all together said, “Flash, he’s here.”
Very nice, loved it.
Glad you did. Thanks for visiting and please come back.