The Big Apple has it all, the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, Yellow Cabs and an enormous faith in their “can do” attitude to life and the pursuit of happiness.
For one little life, the forest of legs quickly passing was overwhelming.
“Mamma?” a small whimper.
“Mamma!” more desperate.
Staying close to the edge of buildings, avoiding the teeming jungle of legs, a small life moved silently. Mamma hadn’t been seen since she had gone out in the darkness. Hunger and thirst finally forced a move.
There was movement, something reaching down, strange yet comforting in being lifted.
“Hello, kitty. Where’s mother cat?”