Jennyaydots saw the little kitten everyday. She walked passed her window everyday; she was too young to be alone. Still, everyday the kitten with the red and black fur walked pass alone with a paper bag in her hand.
Her eyes were always down cast, fur tangled, body small and marked with pain. Was she alone in the world? Where was she going? Where was she coming from? Who was the kitten with the red and black fur?
Jenny didn't know the answers. Yet the questions continued to haunt her day after day. Everyday she watched the kitten go by, alone. She never looked left or right, never strayed from her path.
Then one day Jenny's couldn't take it anymore. When the kitten walked pass that day, Jenny followed. The kitten walked to a rundown home. A large tom and queen stood on the steps.
Their eyes were cold and empty, fur dusty and unkempt. The tom snatched the bag from the kitten and looked through it. He spoke in whispers to the queen, and then motioned for the kitten to come closer. Once the kitten was in reach, the tom grabbed her by the neck and lifted her high in the air. He cursed and yelled; his claws dung into the kitten's neck until blood began to run. The kitten only said she was sorry and begged to be let go.
The tom threw her to the pavement and beat her while the queen laughed with joy. Jenny gasped and closed her eyes. The kitten's scream echoed in her mind. Finally the beating stopped, the tom and queen disappeared inside leaving the kitten bleeding on the steps.
The kitten managed to get up somehow. She didn't cry or shed a tear; she walked behind the house, slipped into a cardboard box and curled up in ball. Jenny slowly approached the box, the kitten sensed someone was there and looked up at Jenny.
Jenny wasn't sure what to say. The kitten said nothing, only looked at her with sad eyes. Jenny offered her hand and the kitten gladly took it. A smile appeared on her face as she held on. Jenny smiled and helped her out the box. "Hold my hand and let's go home."