I have not always been known as Sunday. One day, on a hot April morning I was at my end and I met a nice woman that gave me that name.

Let me start from the beginning.

    I had a home, a nice one. I loved sitting in the window for hours. I am a good cat, maybe once or twice I may have scratched at the couch, but I couldn’t help myself, but for the most part I would lie around and eat fancy feast.

    I slept at my humans feet all night.  I thought they loved me too, I know I loved them.  Those were four great years.  But one day the house was noisy, they put my couch in a big truck and threw my litter box in the garbage.

I was scared and I hid all day, a lot of people where everywhere.  But by the end of the night my house was empty and quiet. My human, my friend, the person I loved and trusted put me in the yard with a bowl of dry food and off they went.

     I was never outside and I was scared.  I waited in my yard for her to come back and get me.  Surely they would not leave me here,  Was I bad, did I do something wrong? Where did they go? When would they be back?

     The night was long and cold and I was scared, so many sounds, I was so alone.  A few cats came by but they hissed at me and scared me away from my own yard.  I needed to wait there. I needed to be there for when my human returned for me. But she never came back to get me.

     I was hungry by the third day and didn’t know how to find food so I walked and walked and walked.  I got tired and went under a porch to protect myself from the rain, at least I now had some water to drink.  I walked by houses, still hungry, a man came outside.  I went to him and he threw a rock at me, I’m not sure why. I was only looking for some food, some shelter, someone to help me find my human, some one who would take away this scared feeling.

     I ran from the man throwing rocks.  I found a garbage bag that was opened.  I ate a piece of chicken and then went to sleep for the rest of the day. I was so tired and scared.

     From one yard to another I went and people were not nice to me.  They yelled and I ran.  Once a little girl gave me a piece of hamburger and picked me up and brought me to her house.  Her mom yelled and put me on the sidewalk.

     I tried to cross the street and a big car hit me in the head I went flying to the side of the road. It hurt oh boy did it hurt. I was dazed and I couldn’t get up.  I stayed there for a long time thinking “I wish I still had my couch.”  I got up and moved and went under a porch, I stayed there for a long time hoping it would stop hurting.  My bones hurt, my head hurt.  I was scared, I was so alone.

     It was cold all night and for many nights after that.  One day I was able to get up and walk a way.

     I had lost a lot of teeth and caught a cold.  It hurts real badly when I breathe now.  My eyes and my nose have stuff coming out.  I cough a lot and this big hole in my head really hurts.  It is hard now for me to walk around and food is hard to find, I can’t smell it, I don’t know where it is.

     I am weak now, oh so weak now.  Maybe I should just lie down so the pain will go away; maybe it is time to die.

Sunday is now recovering and at Just Cats Sanctuary/Cat Mountain Refuge, Look Around, We ALL have Sundays in our neighborhood.

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