Smokescreen

Chapter One-Unseen
I purr contentedly as my owners stroke my thick coat of fur. Stretching luxuriously, I yawn,and jump on top of the window sill, my favorite place to relax in this whole house. Snow is falling in thick clumps of white outside, a dark night sky above the pure white snow, it's an enchanting sight. I look at my barely visible reflection on the window, and a green-eyed tom with a mottled gray and black coat stares back, a ghostly apparaition of myself. Smokescreen is what they call me. It fits so perfectly, my pelt blending in with the mist of the morning air, or the darkness of the night. When my owners found me, I was barely visible, my green eyes glowing in the dark, so young that I was barely weaned of my mother's milk. They found me alone, abandoned, motherless, in what they called a box, a brown object which wals seemed almost impenetrable back then. I never knew who my family was, never remembered. "Smokescreen!" One of my owners ushers me into the bedroom. "Bed!" I obedediently pad into my bedding, a kind of wierd, soft stuff. My last thought before I crashed into my dreams was what I would do tomorrow, but of course I didn't know what would happen then.