“We’re leaving now!” she called up the stairs. The young girl was delaying in her room holding the small puff ball in her hands. “NOW!” the girl picked up the small puff kissed it and placed it outside the window. “Goodbye, Fluffy” the cat mewed and looked up at the blonde pig-tailed girl closing the window leaving the small kitten outside. “ALLISON!” the voice boomed up the stairs again. “Bye!” she said in her quietest voice leaving Fluffy to stare at his own reflection. The ribbon around its neck blew in the shore’s breeze.
Summer had ended and the houses were being boarded up as the vacationers were leaving for the summer. The window’s scratches did not help him to get into the building he once called his home. The roof was on the top of the stilted beach house, Cats may always land on his feet but Kittens often do not. Limping along the gravel road the gulls mocking his every move. The night was cold and he was frozen to the bone, his purring no longer a source of pleasure but the vibration to keep himself warm inside the dumped pizza box. In the morning he woke up ready to pounce on his little girl to find only the remains of a pizza and a dog ready to make sum ruckus.
Bloodied, the smell of fish attracted him closer and closer to the docks. The once proud ribbon now was dirtied and dragging behind him. His fur was not used to the cold blusts of wind that embattled him as he went closer and closer to the sea and the coolness that was coming from the thwarting waves. The cheers and smiles of children now gone as the beach was covered in the remains of the vacationers. Matted and scruffed Fluffy laid his head down onto the wood, ready to pounce onto the fish he knew lay below. “What ‘ave we got here?” the grisled old man looked down at the tabby his own face worn by his time on the sea “Well, you won’t get any fish from down there, here” he held up some by the tail “You like ‘em?” Fluffy looked up at the fish his instinct to pounce at the fish he went up. “Come on home with me ‘lil one..” he scooped up the kitten and stuffed him in his trench pocket of his coat. “I think I’ll call you Pisco” together they walked off the docks looking forward to their dinner.