Any key to countine or press the screen! all done on paint 3rd too :']]] This is my 3rd entery :'] this one has been almost a month and i cant upload much at a time because my computer sucks- ew sorry scense and shading are trash looking :'|
VERY LONG BACKSTORY IS BEING CONVERTED TO A COMIC! I was only a young kit, I can’t remember much besides a few flashes. Scream filled my old memories and a memory of pain as I was thrown into a box. The last part of my childhood I can remember was when I was 4 I can remember the big ‘ol city. I would drag my box and blanket with me around the back of building and scurry through trash cans. I started to look for little areas or food to eat, I one time saw a perfect piece of bread. I took it and stuffed it through a hole in the box over my head. Oh sorry I didn’t explain, my whole life I have always had a box stuck on my head I’m not sure why but I can never seem to get it off. As I Wobbled over to the bakery I felt was soft hands grab me from under as I was lifted in the air by a large soft warm cat. I wailed and tried to wiggle out of the grab but they started walking away grabbing the box and blanket. I remember he first warm feel of the warm water on my fur and a pain as they tugged at the box. I look up at the cat to see a warm beige cougar. He looked at me and scrubbed my fur as he added soap bubbles started to form in the water. I remember as I first saw bubble I scurried into the corner of the tub until I slowly “sunk up” on it and punched and shook around. The first warm sound of his chuckle made me feel loved something I couldn’t remember much of… As the clock hit 8 P:M I jumped into my fluffy box and snuggled against him before he left. He had left some bread this time and extra water! In the mornings and night we usually had a smaller amount of food and I would stay in my room. It may sound bad but I could tell my dad was trying his hardest he could to help us both out. As his warm hands wrapped around me and scooped me up he put me in his arms. As I fell asleep he plopped me down on a white bed as my eyes opened. As a sharp needle came to my leg I wiggled and wailed trying to escape my seeming death, but instead my dad grabbed my paw and pet my head with his other. As I purred I waited until it was in my fur but I kept waiting until I was confused he let out a little happy dance with me. As he and the lady in white left the room I waited moving positions every 2 minutes impatiently. “I’m not sure how, when I found her it was just stuck on her head, I tried everything and when I tried to feel the bag she wimped like it was part of her?” he looked at her through the crack “and no ahead of time I’m not doing any surgery to the kitten, I don’t want to have any chance for her to get hurt.” The lady in white only looked at him with some sadness. “Since you told me she was found in a blood stained box with some scars on her, maybe she was abused and had the bag cramped on her head for so long that it…” I cried as I was tired of waiting and I wanted to see my father. He apologized and thanked her for her help. “it’s ok Tarkio it’s just a nice lady helping you!” I looked at him and plumbed my face in anger” he only kept walking and looked at me. “Your so cute and fluffy I can’t take you seriously!” he chuckled as I started to wail “u-uh wait n-n-no like your so cute I didn’t mean- I- meant- uh- who wants ice cream!?” I stopped crying and looked at him and re-joyed!
