What's better than that? - A Short Story

The very first story on the wiki! Enjoy!!
==The story==
Stella’s slender body curled into a small ball with her tail wrapped around her resting on her paws. Stella’s head was only slightly lifted off the ground. And nose was filled with the scent of the flowerbeds she had sat on top of. Her emerald green eyes were partially open. A clear sign she wasn’t completely asleep.
A human passed by just outside the fence and she opened her eyes to watch them go. She still couldn’t get used to the strange new fence that surrounded her and her human’s den. Only a month ago her humans had changed the rotting wooden fence to a fence that was made of a unusual hard gray material Stella had never seen. A rod stuck up every few cat-lengths with skinny bars connecting them at the top and the bottom. Large gaps made it to where anything big enough could fit through. 
A purr rumbled deep in her throat as she remembered the dog that had pestered her a few weeks ago. It had been a tiny little beast with short sandy fur and hug black bulging eyes attached to a medium length snout and ears that were pointed and perked up. It had started yapping and smothering her. Stella could still smell its fear scent as she swatted at it her claws unsheathed. They seemed to barely catch in it’s thick short fur. But they sent it running. It scurried back under the fence and back to where it had come from.
The purr grew louder and amusement bubbled inside her. I sure showed it! Her eyes began to close all the way and she rested her gray tabby head on her paws drifting into a light sleep.
Something poked her and she jerked her head up drowsily. “Excuse me? Miss?” Cat scent wafted through Stella’s nostrils and she jumped to her paws her pale gray fur beginning to bristle along her spine. Sleepiness cleared from her eyes and she got a clear look at the cat that woke her up. In front of her was dark brown tom.“ Who are you?” Stella asked eyeing him suspiciously. The tom had a broad structure and a round thick head with almond shaped yellow eyes. She noted that while he looked solid brown he actually had very faint tabby marking that seemed to fade into his coat.
“Sorry to disturb you Miss…” He trailed off seeming to ask for a name. Stella just stared at him distrustfully though she let her fur lay flat. After a awkward moment of silence he seemingly realized she wasn’t going to give him her name and cleared his throat continuing. “I was hoping you know how to get out of this human… place.”
She tilted her head. “A town?” She prompted. He shrugged. “If that’s what it’s called then yes.” “Go straight until you reach a large road. Follow the road north and you’ll eventually be in the forest.” Confusion cloud his yellow gaze. “Road?”
“You know the black path that vehicles take to go places faster.” Stella said flicking her tail impatiently. Does this cat know nothing? “Is a vehicle one of those beast that humans get in?” Stella could almost see the gears grinding in the cat’s brain as she nodded.“I see.” The tom mewed. “Thank you miss.” This time he didn’t silently ask her name but she gave it to him anyways. “It’s Stella.” “Oh nice to meet you properly. I’m Sparrow.” His mew was polite. “Anyway thank you miss Stella for your helpful directions.” Stella’s whiskers twitched with amusement as he kept addressing her as miss even though he was older than her.
Stella said good-bye to him and he was quickly on his way. When he disappeared from sight she lay down again but found herself unable to doze off again. I wonder what it like being a wild cat with no humans. It must be a interesting life. She caught herself thinking. Realizing she wasn’t going to go back to sleep she went inside the den.
The mother human sat on the long brown couch staring at the moving pictures box. Stella padded by her and let out a small purred as the human stroked her back. She went into the room where the humans made their food. Stella went to her bowls and lapped up some water and crouched by the dry pebbles beginning to crunch on them.
A loud commotion came from the front door and she heard human voices. They’re home! She thought happily and went to greet the human kittens that loved to play and pet her. They all had identical blonde fur on top of their head and pale hairless skin. 
She hurried to them and wove between their legs purring loudly. The one with the longest hair murmured something softly and picked Stella up starting to stroke her head. The purr grew louder and she relished the long skinny paw that stroked her head rhythmically. All thoughts of the wild vanished as the human kitten cooed to her. After all what was better than that?
Category:Literature
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