But one day, everything changed. The laughter stopped. The voices grew distant and cold. Then, the door opened… and closed behind her. It wasn’t her fault, she thought. She had meowed, scratched, cried to be let back in, but her humans never returned. With her bow fraying and her belly aching, Luna wandered the cold streets until she found an alleyway. There were no soft cushions here—only rusted cans, wet cardboard, and the occasional stale crust of bread.