When I heard a kitten cry in an abandoned house, I couldn’t walk past. But the moment I touched the poor creature, I found myself in a dark forest—and instead of hands, I had… paws. How does a cat survive in an unfamiliar world? Simple: find someone to care for you. And now I purr and rub against the legs of a stranger in a hat—just so he’ll take me with him and not let me die.