• Cat, a beige malnourished kitten the size of large daisy, squeezes her brittle body through the diomond patterned fencing to escape the unacceptable living environment she calls home. I watch her as the midday sun shines against her wasted coat showing the bare skin and infected scars caused by her monstrous litter mates. She walks or rather limps her way toward me with a slight whimper in every step making me wonder how she is able to live through the never ending torment we call life.
    She nibbles on my fingertips making me giggle but I quickly stop as i smell the strong, iron scent of blood. From her the crimson liquid seem to be cascading out of her upper lip then traveling down her whiskers and into my palm creating a small, sticky pool of the horrid fluid. It amazes me how she's able to hide those calls of distress from her heart with the melodic sounds of her purring. I make eye contact with her and gaze through the once beautiful amber eye now dulled by neglect and a faint pink scar were her other eye should be but was torn out by a vicious fight from the non-forgotten past. She backs away slowly in a crouching motion, not leaving my gaze, and dashes back to the demonic prison. It feels like when i ask her what's wrong she says, "Nothing!" but when I walk away she whispers, "....everything".