Luna: A Story of Home

I didn’t always have a home. I lived on the streets a few years ago. I slept in the cold in the winter and in the heat in the summer. One morning I remember a net on me and voices like monsters above me. They put me in a cage and gave me to the SPCA. A few months later, a family came up to my cage and took me out. But they left without me. The next day, they came back and took me to their home. That’s where I live now. What does home mean to me? A home means that I’m loved. That I’m safe. That I belong. The story of Luna the five year old brown Tabby cat. She was found abandoned on the streets.