They call me “Stray.”
That’s all you are allowed to know, for even I don’t remember the name I was given at birth. That is, if I even got one.
I’ve lived a difficult life full of adventure and violence. It’s the kind of life many people wish they could have, but what they don’t realize is, they don’t want to.
If a cat has nine lives, I’ve just about used them all up. I figured it would be best to get my life on paper before the inevitable happens.
They call me “Stray,” and this is my life.
