The mother anxiously followed her Twoleg owner. "We don't need 'em Arlene. Your kittens will find their way," the Twoleg was saying, "They're strong; like you. I'm sorry we had to abandon them, Arlene, but The Home doesn't allow more than one pet. Plus, our friends don't want 'em. The pet adoption place is full. C'mon."
Confused, the mother trotted back to her kits, picking up one and running over to the Twoleg, dropping the mewling kitten, and started for the next one.
"No, no, Arlene. Put 'er back," the Twoleg argued. He gently picked up the she-kit and put her back into the soft-sanded ditch. He started home, but noticed that Arlene wasn't following. He turned just to see her lying down stubbornly beside her kits. She licked the top of one of her kits.
The Twoleg scowled. He kicked sand in their direction. Arlene rolled in front of her kits, protecting them from the sand. That was it. She got up, arched her back and hissed dangerously. Obviously meaning, "Go away. I don't need you. Hurt my kits, I'll hurt you." She unsheathed her claws, meaning, "I will stay with them. I will stay at the Sun Drown Place. I don't belong with you anymore."
She hissed again, louder. "Fine. I'll get a better cat than you, Arlene," he sneered, only receiving a snarl from his former pet. "Fine," he repeated, "Get stuck at the ocean with no food. I've been purposely making this trap so your kits could starve. No food, no shelter."