To this home's nice family of humans, I would become the most well-behaved pet on the street, gladly!
So here on their porch I'll meow meow meow the night away.
Because my mama taught me--that is, before she was killed--that a cat's voice reminds humans of something that their babies might say.
Sometimes, one of the nice children looks out from inside the door at me and smiles. But for some reason (I suppose by instinct) I get scared, take a giant leap, and run away at a speed equal to about a 1-minute mile!
I want to stay and be petted, loved, talked to, and fed...for certain. But does a fairly wild animal like me have any chance of being accepted by a human family, and not be a burden?
