The Royal Kitten, Liela *Slowly Editing*

Chapter 2 "Pet Shop"

*Edited*

Previously

"My aunt Tara got into a car crash." Harold began.

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I stopped purring and felt a rush of sadness flow through me. I heard that the neighbor's boy got bit by a car before. He stayed in a chair with wheels for the rest of his life... I think cars are very dangerous. I'm not very sure why people use them.

I sat down on his lap and look up at him in confusion. Why do people use such dangerous machines?

"She.... passed away." He began to cry once again but this time I began to meow sadly along with him and I couldn't stop.

Did Tara leave me?
Was she ever going to come back?

"She's in a place called heaven now." Harold says.

I stop meowing.
Where's that place?
Maybe I could visit her someday!

Finally, we both stopped crying, well, technically I was whimpering, when we stopped in front of a building.

I looked up at Harold who was wiping the tears from his eyes. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and looked in the rear view mirror. I turned my head over my shoulder to look to where ever he was looking, but I saw nothing.

He opened his car door and picked me up off of his lap. I clung to his arm as his long legs swing around the seat and out of the car, landing on the cement.

He carries me out of the car and into the parking lot of the strange building. The parking lot was nearly empty as the sun scraped the horizon.
The orange building in front of me looked dull compared to other buildings that I've seen. It had tan lining along the top rim and bottom.
The sign read something, that I am not sure of, but held a paw print on the left side. I noticed the p had a long tail and it only grew to my curiousity.
What is this place anyway?

I was confused again as he apologized to me. He had kept apologizing in the car, on the way here through sniffles, but never mentioned what he was sorry about...

"I'm so sorry Liela. My new landlord won't let me keep you. I really want to, but I can't. She doesn't allow pets in the apartment. I'm sorry I have to bring you here." Harold says.

Landlords don't allow animals...
Well, I understand that, but I'm not an animal!
I'm a sweet and adorable little kitten.
Landlords need to learn how to except the fact that families love having pets. They should really let us live with our humans.

He looked down at me sadly as we went towards the welcoming doors. Harold noticed my eyebrows frowning at the idea of his landlord, which only causes him to chuckle. The shop didn't look very welcoming to me, though I think Harold has the opposite feeling because he continues to walk inside.

There was a bell that sounded as the door opened. It almost sounded ear piercing. That bell seems to be very annoying. I don't like it.

The first thing I notice about this place is that it's full of different domestic animals. There were birds, dogs, cats, lizards, snakes, spiders... Ugh! I hate spiders! They're so gross with their various legs and stuff. Just eww!
Harold started talking to the guy at the front desk.

"Hi. My aunt recently passed away and I can't look after her kitten. My aunt named her Liela. Do you mind if I drop her off here?" Harold asked the guy holding me out to him.

"Sure," The guy said,
"I don't mind at all. She is a pretty one. Oh and sorry about your aunt dude."

The guy's name tag read 'Jim' and Jim prepared my cage for me.
Why would I need a cage? Am I not aloud to run around anymore? Momma said the cages were for when we were bad. Am I bad? What did I do wrong?
I cock my head, as if to ask Harold why. Harold only continued to hand me to Jim who admired my white fur and then got to my multi-colored eyes. He smiled at my diamond blue colored eye and then frowned at my emerald green colored eye. I start to squirm around in his hold trying to get back to Harold. He put me down shaking his head in disgust. I hold in a growl. I turn on the counter as I watch Harold leave, getting smaller the farther he walked on.

I didn't like Jim very much though, so I cried for Harold to come back. But it was to late. Harold was already gone. Jim carries me to my cage, dropping me on the cold floor of the glass enclosure. I look around my cage and sit on the newspaper that covers the floor. At least that's warmer.

The newspaper only covered half of my floor, as if it was only thrown into a quick and messy pile. There's a small, red plastic food bowl and a silver water bowl. Then there's a couple of toys. That's it. Nothing else.
The cage doesn't really have a lot of room to play in either, and it makes me feel lonely. I voice my opinion to Jim, who doesn't seem to like me very much.

"Shut up and stop meowing, will ya?!" Jim yells.

I stop meowing and lay down in the bedding of the glass prison.
I close my eyes, curl up into a ball, and let sleep take over.

*A few weeks later...*
I heard the door open as the bell sounded, still effecting my ears.

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Author's note

I'm sorry it took a little long to update. I had school but I'm on February vacation now so I can be updating more too. Sorry it was a short chapter.

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