Life of a abandoned cat

Chapter 2

Rick finished up the last of the scarce amount of tuna left in a thrown out container, it had been a week since he was abandoned, he had grown skinny, his fur was ruffled and matted, being kicked to many times. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a slight movement, he whipped around, a pretty orange tabby molly stood there, she had glistening green eyes, and friendly smile. Rick aproched with caution, "my name is Holly, you must be new around here" she meowed in a sweet voice, "m-my name is Rick, yes, I am new" he stuttered, trying not to show fear to the pretty molly. "HEY!" A mottled gray tomcat with fierce blue eyes and a warning snarl walked down the alley toward them, "I call a challenge!" He growled, Holly smiled, sat back on her haunches, and watched intently, a challenge is when two tomcats fight over a molly, and this mottled jerk just called one.

Claws scraped down Rick's fragile black back. He shuddered, stepped back, and fell over, he had lost the fight. His tangled messy fur suddenly buffeted with blood, Holly and the other tomcat walked out of the alley together, that should have been me, thought Rick, wounded and terribly disappointed in himself, he dragged himself over to a worn out filthy dog bed, clumps of cotton sticking out in places suddenly covered in blood, he licked his wound until dusk, and soon fell asleep.

The roaring sound of the road awoke Rick, the bleeding had stopped, but the bed was stained with blood. Willing himself out of bed, he was terrified, hungry, and alone. Left by the only things he truly loved, his humans and now Holly. And soon his hope of survival.