"Roarf? Roarf!"

The teeny tiny "roarfs" of a Rumfort-kitten went unnoticed by those passing by.

Screwball sat alone in the big cardboard box, the words "Free 2 good home" scrawled on it's side in washible marker.

"Hello? Hello?" He called, bracing his paws on the edge of the box "Roarf? Roarf?".

The cars zoomed past. People whistled by. The Salvation army folks rang their bells, the children laughed their laughs, The carolers sung their songs.

And Screwball sat.

His brothers, Flyball, Gutterball, and Oddball, and his sister, Popcornball, had all been taken already.

Screwball waited.

And waited.

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Are you sad yet? Probably not. I'm no Edgar Allen Poe or Shakespeare or something.

Nor am I a Da Vinci or a Monet

Also, this is what his face looks like without a hood. That point behind him is his "ear".