Well, that was just dandy. Another pride of idiots with sticks that could shoot fire…
I seem to collect them… Brownie sighed inwardly. Oh well, a kitten's gotta do what a kitten's gotta do, she supposed. Since she was separated from her mother, someone's got to feed her, and she had better make sure that they're the ones who did it, since they had the misfortune to do it, anyways.
The human with the dark skin looked at her up and down and petted her. "Aren't you just adorable?" he asked her, scratching under her chin. As good as that had felt, Brownie could not help but roll her eyes. Thanks for stating the highly obvious, Brownie meowed, which of course, came out as a meow to the human.
"Maybe she's lost," asked one of the humans in the pride.
"Or maybe she's an Ultranationalist spy?" yet another joked.
If only Brownie knew what "Ultranationalist" meant, she would have meowed in agreement almost immediately.
"Who cares about her?" the human known as Ramirez asked. "She's just a kitten."
Just a kitten, am I? Brownie glared at Ramirez. Oh yes, that one was going down. He better hope that he had no hats, teddy bears or favorite foods, or he'll be going straight down.
"Well, since she's here, we can't just leave her," the dark human proclaimed. Finally, something that suits my pretty kitty ears, Brownie mused. "At least Shepherd's not here or he'll kick her out in three seconds flat."
Heh, I could take that old fool down in two, she huffed with a haughty swish of her tail. Alright, I need food, now!
"I think she's hungry, sir," someone said, and Brownie saw Ramirez flinched the very moment she let out that cranky, angry meow. Hmm… I wonder why…
Brownie did not need to wait for an answer, however, because she got it just a moment later.
"Ramirez, feed that cat!"
