Chapter 4: Life lessons


    All my life until now, the memories are etched into my soul with deep scars. I believe I will never forget the lessons life is teaching me. As long as I breathe I will crawl forward is what I promise myself.


    We follow mother under the greenish weed towering well above us, occasionally passing thick roots of a bush or a solid trunk of a tree. Walking in a line I’m the fourth, mother and two of my brothers are in the front. I don’t mind, I don’t want to fight to be the top of a meaningless pecking order. I only watch as mother’s graceful walk bypasses everything in the way quickly without a hinderance and try to imitate it.


    Our strange line of furballs stop abruptly at the command of the only adult. Standing next to a medium sized tree, she quickly rushes to it and climbs to the second branch from the ground. It’s obvious she could go higher if she wanted, but that’s not why we are here. After a subtle meow of a command, we follow her as we can. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.


    I would like to say I am the first one to climb, but my childish dreams are not true. I already noticed myself somewhat more intelligent that most of the others. For what reason, I don’t know. I can understand and learn things quicker, but that is all.


    The first one sitting on the branch is a smaller male. A few others follow him shortly, I only manage to pull myself up as the fifth. Even if I know how to do it, my body is too weak. I have to work harder. Much harder.


    Mother yaws tired waiting for use, then starts to walk across the thin branches. All we do is quietly follow her trail doing our best not falling off.


    We are getting higher and higher, until the point we are almost at the peak of the middle level trees. At first I had problems looking down as I feared the height but I got used to it.


    The moon is high up in the sky, and the evening is still cold. Our stomachs are begging for food as we follow mother on the slippery path. I suddenly smell something nice, something warm. Mother have found a nest and took us here.


    I lick my teeth in anticipation but catch the twig-roost with my eyes and it’s lack of fullness. Five small eggs rest peacefully there while mother simply stands out of our way.


    Her beautiful jade-like eyes only looking at the chilly dirt below us as if the world stopped existing.