Hey Hey people! Here goes CHAPTER 8…

I woke up in a room with lights blaring down at me. I was in a harshly lit, white room with big lights and pointed, shiny tools.

The worst part about it was that standing over me were…twolegs. They were wearing masks and creepy white suits, holding some of the pointed tools.

I tried to lash out in fear, but found that my limbs were pinned to the table. I swallowed a whimper.

Where were Pebbles, Enzo, and Tornado? Had they sent me here? I don't think they meant to but possibly accidentally because of their actions to save me.

What was my life like before I hit the fence? I felt sure it was better than this. Did I have friends who were worrying and searching for me? Did I…did I have a family?

Big hands picked me up gently. I tried to struggle, but found I was too weak. My head still hurt badly, and I felt sore in my foreleg.

The hands led me to a shiny den with a shiny web door. The hands opened thedoor and set me down inside.

The floor of the den was covered with something very soft. Even softer than moss, I thought. Wait a second…softer than moss? When did I ever sleep on moss? Was my memory coming back!

In the corner of the den there were two dishes. One had water and the other had a soft brown substance. It smelled like fish from the river…wait …from the river? What river? I must have lived by a river. So then I definitely was not a housecat.

It was all so confusing. I kept getting brief flashes of memory and losing them again.

Awhile later, my stomach growled, so I gave up fighting with my memories and settled down to eat the fishy brown stuff. Perhaps I would remember when my head wound got better. The brown stuff was not all that appetizing but it was food and I was hungry, so I managed to swallow it.

Content and with a full stomach, I yawned. Time for bed. I curled in to a ball on the soft bedding, trying to convince myself that in the morning everything would seem clearer.