I open my eyes as I squirm all around. Crying. I find myself in a shelter. Those things are all around me. I scan the room for an escape, but nothing seems escapable and all I see are these tall and tan things with no fur. Weird. They must be aliens. The aliens touch me. I bite them but all they do is back away. I was hoping for a better affect. Like, they yowl in pain. Or, they have that look of pure fear in their eyes. I hiss and growl, but nothing seems to work.
The next day, I'm starving for food. The aliens won't give me anything but grass and milk. I am quite hungry so I deal with it.
After a few more hours of starvation, I spot a bowl of noodles and red liquid. I scratch at my crate but it doesn't budge. Then, I realize I'm skinny. Being skinny is very helpful. I squeeze through the metal bars of my crate, and run to the bowl. Before I could get to the bowl, the aliens pick me up. They bring me back to my crate and touch my nose. I couldn't really predict what they said, but I think they called me a sweetheart. I hiss at them as they laugh and walk. I still don't know why I'm in this place, but I need to find out soon.
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Running Free
AdventureYou are in the perspective of a tan and black tabby cat, trying to escape the abusive shelter she has lived at since she was a kitten. She found a friend and they escaped together. They go on adventures and explore the outside world together. Read t...
