The grey kitten watched as the lady gently lifted another creamy white kitten out of the basket next to her, put him in a carrier and handed it over to another morning customer, a man and his young son.
"There you go, sir," she smiled as the little boy jumped up and down at his father's side in excitement. "That'll be £15. That includes all medical checks and shots from the vet."
He smiled and pulled the payment out of his wallet, "Thank you very very much once again, Mrs Partridge. Keep the change."
"Oh no, dear," the elderly woman went behind the desk to the till "Use it to buy little George there an ice cream or something."
He laughed softly to himself as he and George headed towards the door, "If you insist... take care!"
"Cheerio!" Mrs Patridge smiled and waved at them both as they left her shop.
Neglected again, the kitten thought as she watched the door close, the little bell tingling as it slammed shut. Not five minutes before she was waiting hopefully and anxiously as that man and his little boy came over to her and look at her with the eyes that every human gave their wanted kitten when they'd walked into the shop the past week, or, in cat years, for as long as she could remember. However, she didn't know what it was like see those eyes stare back at her, even when Mrs Partridge intervened and tried to sell her.
"What about this lovely little kitty here? A classic... she's loving and affectionate..."
"Have a look at this precious kitten... a man brought her in a cardboard box a few days ago... said he found her in an alleyway... not a nice scene she was found at either apparently..."
"Please have a look at this tabby. She is in desperate need of a home."
It was nice of Mrs Patridge to try and help, but unfortunately her kind words weren't good enough. The kitten knew why though. Because she one of the few kittens in the shop that was all on her own in a metal cage filled with hay. She didn't have a warm cushioned basket next to the heater like the other cats did in the shop, with and her brothers and sisters curled up with her mum, people bending down now and then to pick them up and give them a cuddle.
All that she vaguely remembered having, but one day they were all pulled away from their mother's warm body and bundled up into a box by a big man. And everything went dark. Everything moved and shook, causing her and her brothers and sisters to meow loudly in fright and distress. Then everything stopped moving, and a moment later the kitten and her bothers felt themselves get flung and hit something hard, a wall. Before she new it she flew out of the box and landed hard on the cold wet ground. Everything went quiet. She weakly stood up and looked around at her dark environment. She couldn't hear her brothers and sisters meowing. She walked over to them and tried to wake them up by meowing or nudging them, but they wouldn't meow back. They didn't meow back. They just lay there, still, not playful like they always were. She meowed and meowed in desperation and despair for hours until a kindly figure approached her. He gave her warmth and food until he took her to the pet shop the next day.
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