"You can't keep going on like this!" yelled Bomba. Bomba was always trying to protect me like this. She was my older sister. You might not believe it, but we are. We look so different because we have different fathers. I got our mother's looks and Bomba got her father's.
"It's not what it looks like! It honestly isn't! If you would only listen!" I yelled back. Bomba did know what was best for me sometimes, but definitely not this time. "I love him! He-" I didn't get to finish my sentence, Bomba cut me off again. "He's hurting you! Don't go back, or I'm going to have to stop you myself! I don't want to see you like this again!" And with that, she left for her own den.
I had come home just once from Macavity's place, a house not far from the junkyard. Sure I came home bruised, but it's not what everyone thought it was. He's one of the gentlest toms I've ever met. Really polite and everything! The pollicle on the other paw, wasn't as kind. Gave me a good bashing before, Macavity came to my rescue. He saved me! He didn't hurt me. He only walked me to the edge of the junkyard though, so none of the others saw him. I went home to find Bomba there. That's what all that shouting was about. I hope Bomba doesn't go on a mission to kill Mac. I love him! I'd never forgive her if she did.
