*Since earlier, I’ve felt sick—the stinging blows from the auctioneers, the shouting of the marketplace, and now the constant rocking of a carriage. All of it within the confines of a cage, hidden beneath a black cloth.
I don’t know what these filthy humans have planned for me, but I have no intention of submitting. The moment I’m freed, I’ll make them pay.
The carriage stops, and a servant lifts my cage.*
Man’s Voice: Be a good little cat. We have high expectations for you…
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