Cats

The brave kittens stood vigil in front of a black and white mass of fur. Any attempt to get closed was met with fierce resistance as it bristled it's fur. The feline militia broke ranks once I displayed my peaceful intent by placing a warm bowl of frothing milk.

The kittens sipped the milk with the savage hunger and bloodlust of zombies. As the kittens were preoccupied with their meal , I approached the kitten's mother. The meek siamese cat , had it's body sprawled on the grass.I had noticed a particularly bizzare patches of pink forming an omnious ring aound the cats barely-there neck. Should i leave it of help it ? I have barely money enough to sustain myself as it is. Uncharacteristically i decided to aid it.

Oh to my horror , the mother cat was choking on a rafia string fasten tighly onto it's neck. Quickly i relieved the cat of it's torture. Gangrene meat was what was left of it's neck. 'What kind of sadistic monster would find pleasure in harming animals ? 'I thought . I uprooted the mother cat and her soldiers back to home to nurse her back to normal.

Suppourting the cats proved to be tough. I had to learn to manage my money well. I had to buy cat food and milk . Furthermore I had to read up on books to supplement myself with enough knowledge to care for the furry creatures.