We're gunna get you

"We're gunna get you," the voice in my head said.  In my head now, but I had heard it aloud before.  I remember my old life; it was warm, comfortable.  I was loved, cared for, and I loved in return.  "We're gunna get you," he said, before chasing me around, dangling the toy in front of me.  I playfully batted at the toy, delighting in the cries of amusement from the human.  "We're gunna get you!" He laughs again, dropping the toy and shopping me up.  I mew out a mock protest, before dissolving into purrs.

Life was good, my human was kind.  He kept me fed, healthy, and we kept each other company.  Days, months, years went by.  New toys, good food.  "We're gunna get you!"  Always the call before he'd play and cuddle with me. I was his, he was mine.

One day, he didn't come home.  Strange humans wandered around the house.  Odd smells, I didn't like, didn't like the strange humans.  They ignored me, or shushed me away.  My toys disappeared, my bowl was empty more often than not.  One day, they left the door open, and I ran out, searching for him.

I had never been outside before.  So many smells!  So many sights! At first I was excited, exploring my new world.  I forgot my cares and frolicked.  I hunted real prey, delighting in the instincts of my ancestors.  But time passed, and I grew lonely.

I remembered my quest, and returned home.  But something was different.  New humans, not mine, were there.  There was a pair of dogs in the yard, menacing.  They looked at me and growled, "We're gunna get you!"  I bolted in fear, my human was not coming home.  I knew this now.

I'm not sure how long I wandered before another human grabbed me, and placed me in car.  Was I going to the vet?  My human took me to the vet in a car.  I was placed this old cage I know dwell, other cats were around me, mewing.  Too many mews, I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Days pass.  I am fed given clean water, and played with some.  But I still feel sad, lonely, cared.  The other cats won't talk to me, no matter how I try to fins out what is going on.  I watch as the other cats leave, some with happy humans, some the humans who cared for us.  Those humans were sad, and the cats smelled of fear.

I am curled in ball, at the edge of my cage, when I hear footsteps approach.  A human looks down at me, wiggles her fingers at me.  I approach, sniff.  She seems worthy of my attention.

"Aren't you lovely?  We're gunna get you."