I don’t remember much about my nursery, but I do remember seeing straw
and hearing that it was a chicken coop. My story is that a lady who
lives in a small village has been rescuing cats and having them spayed
and neutered. Most of my family came from the farm next-door. It’s not a
nice place at all. They don’t feed us and the stable is pretty yucky.
There are lots of horses, plops of poop and it’s really damp and cold.
There’s no hayloft, so barely a place to find dry and out of the
elements. My siblings were rescued, but I really didn’t know what was
going on so I kept running away………..