He had no home, no family, no friends. He was a stray, and he hated it. He wandered the streets alone, looking for food and shelter. He had no one to care for him, or to love him. He was cold, hungry, and miserable. He wished he had a different life, a better life. He wished he had a place where he belonged.
He was confused, he did not know what he wanted. He wanted both comfort and freedom, but he could not have both. He had to choose, and he chose freedom. He ran away, and he never looked back. He thought he would be happy, but he was not. He was lonely, and he regretted his choice.
He looked at the rain that fell from the dark sky. He felt the water soak his fur, and he shivered. He looked for a place to hide, to rest, to sleep. He saw a window, with a light inside. He wondered who lived there, and what their life was like. He wondered if they had a cat, or if they wanted one. He wondered if they would take him in, or if they would chase him away.