Catharsis
Too Far Gone
Gracie's eyes darted back and forth, scared to be in the house now, angry for the inconvenience. She swatted at the man's ankles, hoping to hurt him just to show who was boss. She yowled loudly before running from the kitchen and into the living room, sliding her way in behind the television set. The fur on her back stood up, and her head burned with fear. She didn't wish to be touched by these humans, and she didn't want to be stuck in this house. She burrowed her way under the set, squeezing her pregnant belly as she did so. A jolt of pain shot through her as her unborn kittens began moving around inside her, suddenly active in all the excitement.
Christopher shook his head and flinched, feeling his ankle get scratched. He bent down and wiped away some of the blood that had began to come out from the tiny wound and took a seat in one of the kitchen chairs. Maybe it wasn't the wisest idea to let a feral cat into his home, but he didn't want to see it die. It was small and he could tell that it was carrying quite a few kittens. He stared at the potted meat on the floor and waited, hoping the cat might come back to eat.
Christopher shook his head and flinched, feeling his ankle get scratched. He bent down and wiped away some of the blood that had began to come out from the tiny wound and took a seat in one of the kitchen chairs. Maybe it wasn't the wisest idea to let a feral cat into his home, but he didn't want to see it die. It was small and he could tell that it was carrying quite a few kittens. He stared at the potted meat on the floor and waited, hoping the cat might come back to eat.