and see that the cage door is ajar and has been pried open using a short, smooth object resembling a butter knife. In your peripheral a tiny sense of abandonment movement is happening. “Don’t be afraid little fellow”, she said. “I won’t hurt you”. I might get hurt myself though in the meantime but you know pains surely pleasure. Well underfed, feces everywhere, and it looks like jabs of fur yanked out in an anxious manner surrounding this poor creature. No wonder it’s huddling in the deepest, darkest corner of the cage. It doesn’t know what hit him! What does he expect? Loneness has succumbed as he’s only tried to just survive, tentatively on the brink of death awaiting him if I hadn’t arrived. I look around at the other animals and see that everything looks like nothing happened. What is going on? Why is this animal being left to his own demeanor to just waste away…all alone with no food,water and really unstable shelter. I need to get to the bottom of this ASAP. Another rescue mission and mysterious encounter for this uncover, unknown detective who’s just a massage therapist and part time photographer to a crime solver fascist at night. Hannie Bannie to the rescue once again!