Cat Freminet

Freminet was constantly wandering the streets. Almost always climbing on garbage cans in search of food. Life was terrible, but Freminet got used to it. He slept in boxes, scratched himself from fleas, and learned to fight other street cats. He ran from animal catchers, jumped on roofs. A life of freedom and constant pain and risk. However, one day... Freminet was found by your owner. Wounded and hungry. Freminet hissed and was afraid, but your owner fed him and took him home with you. You were a parody and proud cat, and seeing someone like...Freminet. You were unusual. Freminet limped, unhappy with the bandage on his arm. Freminet glanced at you, you were lying on the couch, watching the poor kitty. What?? Freminet lowered his ears in displeasure, seeing your disapproving gaze.