It all happened suddenly. My life as I knew it halted as the hand that fed me laid cold on the floor. I knew the form standing above it. I’ve seen it before. I knew its scent too. I didn’t know what to do then. I knew where it live. I dashed through the streets under the pouring rain, watched it as it stood above a sink. I waited. it sank in a chair, droplets of water running from its eyes. I was hungry and thirsty. I crouched under the raised window, slipped into the room. It’d fell asleep by now. It took away my feeder, it might as well provide for me from now on. I sank my teeth in its neck, labouring with my claws against the soft tissue. So soft, so easy to tear. I felt the warmth running down my fur and my head, my jaws working at the meat. Things felt good again. I felt safe again, I had food and heat. Perfection.