The Cat that Got Lost

She was moving quite slowly, tiptoeing as to not disturb the silence of the night. Her mother has long retired to bed, her brothers and sisters purring gently through the night. I must get to that beautiful ball of light; I feel that it is my destiny to get there, she thought with fervor, aggressively caught on the urgent desire to find out that which has caught her attention.
The dark was cold, the wind uninviting against her thin layer of fur, but the silence that enveloped her soothes whatever disquietude that threatens to snuff out the fire driving her to reach the pinnacle of her dreams. The moon was shining down in silvers, highlighting the shadow that moved against her. She thought it was good company, as well as the dark silhouette that reminds her of the bright future awaiting her.
The trees moved, whispered psithurism¬† as if asking her to stay for a while. And she thought, why not? If only just for a moment, I could rest. And she walked under the canopy, with the night owls hooting down on her- scared guardians of the nights that scouts the forest of any danger. And she rested for a moment, and the moment passed and she thought it was enough rest, and she bid goodbye to the trees and the owls and they asked her, what’s the hurry?
And so she answered with passion, that she must get to the big ball of light, for that is where she is destined to be. And the tree shook, as if in fits of laughter, and the owls hooted furiously, but then bid her goodbye and wished her luck on her journey.
So she moved once more with renewed vigor, chanting to herself that she would soon get there and not to give up. But then a dog walked langourously, stopped on the pavement and stared straight at her. She bristled with fear for her kind hated them and she wasn’t sure she could take on a Terrier that big. But the dog called out to her and asked her, where might you go at this hour child?
And so she answered, I must get to that big ball of light, sir. I feel like it is my destiny to get there.
And the dog laughed, and said, Is that so? And then let her passed with a smirk pasted on his face.
She traveled with increasing weary but she forged on, the picture of the big ball of light keeping her from giving up on the road she has started to take on.
When she got hungry, she chased a mouse which pleaded for his life but her hunger won out and gripped her with that one track mind of wanting to stay alive.
At last the day was breaking out, and she felt bone weary for walking for so long, and she was ready to give up and think that maybe it wasn’t really something so important; that maybe it was just a product of her mind brought about by the monotony of lounging aimlessly, walking back and forth, keeping the simplicity of their routined lives.
But alas! There was that big ball of light, rising majestically, illuminating whatever its rays touch. And she felt happy, but her tiresome body collapsed on her and her last thought was, I should have just stayed where my mommy wanted me to be.