- Nov 14, 2022
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Filth and decay, decay and filth, he bathed in it on the daily and wallowed in the worst of two-leg kind. The incessant yowling had stopped, the cries of countless cats but an echo in the distance and when he opened his eyes wide it was to a world unknown. The little black lump of a kitten lifted his head from the trash beneath it, the piles upon piles of waste and carrion that was both familiar and quite unlike what he lived in before. The squalor was the same, the location not. He had only closed his eyes for a moment to drift into abyssmal sleep and now he was outside the bent and twisted cage and in something much bigger and more open. Slender black legs pushed him upward and with the coordination of newborn he stumbled forward from his throne of garbage and tumbled head over toe onto grass for the first time. He raised a paw in alarm at it, the strange dull green-matter that tickled his leg and seemed quite soft; on cautious steps he danced upon it briefly before stopping as a sound rustled the nearby foliage around him and his prickly black fur rose up into a puff; making him look like a comical sootball. In this new place he smelled cats, but it was not the same cat smell he was used to, it was not the sickly sweet and dying scent of cats contained and wasting away; it was a wild and unruly smell that made his blue eyes widen into great pools upon his face. Back arched, spine align with tiny spiky tufts of fur, he stumbled back on spindly limbs and waited to see what came out of the darkness next...