29/09/2026
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Within the city, somewhere amongst the other residents at a condominium complex, lived a stray cat who had no name or home. With large green eyes, a bright pink nose, and a rub of her lithe feline body against a personโs leg, the cat took pride in knowing her charm was a catch for all who came across her, and it proved to be quite an advantage living as a stray.
People would clutch their tightening chests as their voices rose octaves higher at the strayโs sweet, melodic meows for food and her gentle, satisfied purrs whenever they stroked her silky white coat, spotted with dark shades of grey. But deep inside her furry white chest was the curdling longing to be carried into one of these humans' homes, to be named and known by an owner who cared.
Out here, she could run to and fro, chase things from small insects to rats nearly her own size, eat a different brand and flavor of kibble everyday, sleep under the starry night sky, and listen to the chatter of small groups on late night strolls.
Her life was indeed full of different people and challenges. Everyday was never quite the same, and there was a thrill in living in anticipation for what the next day might bring. Her world was quite large as it was, and it could get much bigger than that if she chose to wander from the residence.
She had met many people and seen even more places. And within the residential complex, she was familiar with everyone and everything, and many were familiar with her. But it all stopped at familiarityโthere was no depth, no substance, no intimacy.
What use was having a big world if she knew only things that scratched the surface of what or who they actually were? It would be better if her world would just shrink into something personal, into something she knew like the back of her paw.
There was an ache in realizing she would never truly know the people who came to stroke her chin and feed her daily. In realizing she had been one of the residents of this area for years but would never know what it felt like to have a home within one of these buildings. In realizing she could explore as much as she so pleased, but would never know the stories behind the places she explored. And in realizing that she would never experience the warmth of a permanent home, nor a permanent companion.
However, she knew well enough that their validation was shallow, nothing but hollow gratification at the feel and sight of the feline. None of them had intentions of keeping herโtheir time, energy, and money were much too precious to allocate any of it to a stray.
And, come to think of it, being confined in the small apartment flat of a human sounded like a life sentence. She could run only within the confined space, chase only fake mice and synthetic feathers, eat bland kibble from the same bowl daily, sleep under a boring white ceiling, and only spectate the ant-like shapes of lively people from a window. The cat realizes how awful it must soundโto want to force her already free and full life into a predictable routine.
Still, she craved the idea of living the rest of her days with the warmth of one of those people.
She could only painfully imagine the joy of having an owner. Imagine one of those humans calling her an endearing name, carefully chosen as it would be what they called her by until cruel time caught up to them. How comforting would it be, she wondered, to have warm, familiar hands to pet her at the end of each dayโfor the rest of her days.
Without a home, it felt lonely knowing these people would eventually leave the complex to conquer dreams that were much bigger than this residenceโdreams so big that she had no place in them.
The furry creature would have expressed these sorrows to a friend, but it had dawned on her long ago that humans did not enjoy the sound of coarse, gravelly yowls. Her defensive hisses when touches grew too rough caused people to look at her in disdain, without realizing the harshness of their own hands.
At the end of the day, no matter where she went, who she met, or what she did, no one would truly know her. Goodness, not one person knew even her name. And because she relied on their validation, neither did she know it herself.
For as long as no one gave her a name, she would remain without it, thinking she did not deserve one if it did not come from a human.
Piece By: Gabrielle Sophia Cadano
Layout By: Jorylle Vagallon