Stop it!

I was two months only- a weakling under the rain. Two slender hands that snatched me up from the pavement that night brought me home and gave me food.. warmth.. and company.

Today I’m just five months old, quite small right? But the room isn’t quite okay right now..

The angel who saved me is crying as I curl into a ball at her feet. Her parents had quarreled and she has cried behind closed doors. They didn’t come for her.. Just like my parents.

Are all the grown ups like this? Crazy? Self centered?

“Ivy”, the little angel smooths my fur and sobs some more.

I hide my tears as I remember the time I was kicked out by - ...

I don’t want to remember those stretches of insecurity I’ve been through.

What if my angel suffers the same? I peek up watching the tears stream down her pretty face.

Loud voices filter through the walls again..

″ Fine. I’m going to sign it. Just bring it..” Angry murmurs drift through the hollow night as my little angel clasps me to her heart.

"They're signing it.. NO."

Another sniff. I try and look up.

"Ivy, it's the divorce papers. They're signing it. They won't be together anymore.."

My small furry head starts working.. I can't explain how.

I know I have to stop this.. But how? How?

I can't let another child be distressed for the thoughtlessness of parents.

I was a stray kitten because of that. I can't let that happen again.. Not to my little angel!

The time is crawling away... How do I stop it...?