The next morning, Sister and I decided it was time to try Somewhere different. Some place where people were kind to lost and lonely animals. Of course, at this time, no one cared much for humans either who were lost, lonely and homeless. What chance did two kittens have in the city?

It took two days of scampering over walls, slinking through narrow twisted alleys and avoiding humans to leave the City. We didn't even take time to hunt, grabbing snacks of food where we found them.

On the far outskirts of the City we snuck into a stable, and found a new friend! The Watch Dog welcomed us and shared his food.

Sister begged to stay, but The Watch Dog warned us that cats "Are not welcomed at the Inn" He told us to keep moving north, onto the downs.

We traveled for days, moving slowly, trying to find food. But it was winter and so cold that all the little animals were in their burrows. Finally it began to snow.

As night began to fall, we took shelter in a small barn. There was no house nearby, but there were small animals living there who welcomed us. They smelled Good, but we were too polite and too tired to even think of them as supper. They had offered us comfort.

Sister was exhausted. And starving. The next morning I told her to get up, it was time to go. She lay still. I nuzzled her and cleaned her head. Finally, she opened her eyes and said, "I can not go on. You must get help."

Then she closed her eyes and sighed.