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protected, he
reached in and grabbed me at the back of the neck and pulled me out
of the cage against my will. For some reason I thought of my mother
which, was a strange thing to think about at a time like this.
Before I could figure out how to counter attack I felt a cold jab
in my side and the next thing I know the room seemed to be
spinning. But I wasn’t afraid like I should have been. In fact I
started to feel really calm. The need to fight no longer seemed
important and I relaxed my grip on my attacker. Immediately I was
back in my home with Vincent and Josie and the Chambers. All
attention was on me. The Chambers were petting me and saying,
“that’s a good kitty”. Vincent and Josie were acting different as
well. They were practically falling over themselves to rub up
against me and there was no more talk of the strong dominating the
weak. When it was time to eat I noticed an additional bowl next to
the bowl that we normally eat from. It was overflowing with food
and I saw my name written along the front of it in large capital
letters. Vincent and Josie took turns eating from their usual bowl.
After eating my fill all three of us cuddled together under the
desk and we fell asleep contented. When I awoke I had a splitting
headache and my entire body was stiff. I looked around for my
siblings but my vision was blurry. I couldn’t see but I could smell
and I knew exactly where I was. I was back in the cage being
guarded by terrorists wearing lab coats. As I started to regain
consciousness the realization that I really needed to escape from
this place began to solidify in my mind. My escape from this prison
will soon take place, as you’ll find out if you continue reading. I
heard one of them approaching so I shut my eyes tight. “Better not
let on that I’m awake until I can find an opportunity to escape.” I
heard voices. Again I could tell it was me they were talking about.
“He’s going to be just fine but we had to put a warning sign
outside his cage. He turned into a mean cat.” Said the voice. I
heard the door opening and then someone reaching inside the cage.
“Now’s my opportunity!” I thought. “Reeeeowww” I screeched and
struck out with my claws. I was about to connect with my target
when I heard something that made me draw back. “Christopher!”
shouted a very surprised voice. This voice was familiar. It was
Jeffery Chambers. He was alive and no doubt came to rescue me. I
rushed to the door of the cage pressing my face against it to be as
close to my rescuer as possible. I began to cry “nnraaowww,
nnraaoww, nnreeoww,” over and over again. I was overjoyed to see
him. I couldn’t even control my emotions. Once again the pleasant
warm feeling that I felt when around him gripped my body and all
the pain and fear and anxiety disappeared. “It had to be him,” I
thought. “I should have known. He was the only one that could have
taken me out of this situation. Out of this pit of despair.” On the
car ride home I couldn’t stop talking about all that had happened
to me.  I know Jeffery couldn’t understand me but he just
listened and said “there, there. I know. I know,” in a calm and
relaxed voice. I didn’t even mind being in the plastic cage he was
using to transport me because I knew that from here on out
everything was going to be all right. As long as I could remain
with Jeffery Chambers I would be ok. So it became very important
for me to stay close to him.
     
    When I smelled that we were back in the
apartment I finally stopped crying. I was so happy to be home that
when my cage door was opened I darted out sniffing the air of
freedom. My body hurt. I was exhausted. But more than anything else
I was famished. I headed towards our bowl maneuvering with
difficulty still having that contraption around my neck to prevent
me from examining my body. As I walked towards the bowl Vincent and
Josie were in my path. They smelled and were looking at me with
curiosity but when I