"Furrball!"
"Furrball!"
"Mon amore!"
"Help!"
These were the only words that came out of the ex-skunk, now kitten Fifi La Fume. After she was catched by the man, and put into the truck, which drove the frightened 'cat' to her new 'home', the Acme Acres City Pound, where many stray animals where gathered and which few managed to get out by being adopted, mostly by the one and only Elmyra Duff.
When the truck stopped, and that man tried to open the barren door, Fifi tried to seize this chance and escape, but, unfortunately when she tried to escape, the bulky man grabbed her tail.
"Well well well..." the bulky man said in an amused and mocking tone, "you're quite the little fighter, aren't you? Don't worry, you're going to be safer here than in the streets, little one."
"Let moi go monsieur!"
"I am not a kitten!", Fifi explained, still struggling to get out of the man's grip, "I am a skunk, A SKUNK!"
But, no matter how much the young "cat'' tried to explain, her catcher couldn't seem to hear, or rather understand her, only hearing a bunch of "Le meow!, Le meow!, Le meow!".
After entering in the lobby of the facility and seeing how quiet and nice it looked, Fifi started to calm a bit.
"Maybe eet eezn't so bad, after all...", said the less frightened 'cat'.
But, after being dragged to the next door that said 'Employees Only', her worries started to resurface.
Inside she was greeted by hundreds of cages, full of animals ranging from dogs to cats, to birds, bunnies, turtles, and so many others. All locked in a huge dark room where there were barely any lights.
The man found an empty cage and throwed her inside, locking the door.
"Vous can't do zhis!", shouted Fifi, grabbing the cage bars and shacking them, "I have moi rights!".
At her statement, a part of the caged animals started to laugh uncontrollably.
"What eez zhis?"
"Why are vous laughting?", said Fifi who couldn't undestand why are her fellow caged animals laughting.
"We are laughting at you missy!" replied a scruffy orange black cat.
"Watching the reactions of you newcomers is the only joy we have behind these bars." answered an old shepherd dog from far away whose eyes couldn't be seen.
"The only way out is for someone to adopt you", replied another scruffy cat coloured grey not far from her cage.
At these words panic started to rise in the young 'cat' heart as her only way was being adopted, and with her luck, that someone may be Elmyra.
"Sacre bleu!!!"
"Non!"
"Get moi out!", screamed Fifi trying to get out of her prison."Get moi out of here!"
"Can it missy!", shouted the orange black cat.
"Vous don't get eet monsieur!", shouted Fifi back to the rude cat.
"I must escape before Elmyra or someone like her comes and takes moi!"
At the mention of her name, almost all the animals started to tremble in fear, not wanting to face the fate of many others that have been in these cages and taken by the young girl.
"You know her?", asked the grey cat.
"Oui, she always chases moi and mon amore Furrball especially, always calling us her kitty-witties and hugging us to zhe death."
"Well, it's good that you know the basics then...wait, did you just said Furrball?"
At the mention of Furrball, Fifi calmed down, smiled, and looked at the photo in her locket depicting the two of them "Oui, Furrball is moi boyfriend, zhe one who earned moi heart, and moi true love", replied the 'cat' joyfully at the mention of her lover.
"Hahaha!", laughted the orange black cat, "Then you must be the girlfriend he wanted to reconcile with!"
"Guess he managed to get back in your grace."
"And what a beautiful little miss he's got", said the cat complimenting her.
"Vous knows Furrball?", asked Fifi.
"Yes, a few months ago he was brought in here, and only wanted to get out and be back in your arms", said the cat laughting a bit.
"Really?", asked the Fifi still feeling a bit guilty during that incident when she breaked up with Furrball, all because of an misunderstanding involving his cousin Rita.
"More or less, anyway..."
"Let me introduce myself!"
"I am Gavin, and I'm sorry for the bad conditions here.", said the cat introducing himself.
"When your little boyfriend came here last time, things were a lot different, now this place has become a nightmare, especially with these tiny cages."
"Nice to meet vous monsieur, I am Fifi La Fume", said Fifi introducing herself, "You must , how do you say, help moi escape from here, please."
"Sorry, little girl", said Gavin feeling pity for Fifi situation, "These cages are quite resistant, and the locks are impossible to break, we've all tried but to no avail."
"Even with your claws?", asked Fifi.
"Yes, all cats tried to open these locks, but no luck, and Spot had suffered the worst.", Gavin then pointed to another cage with a green bulldog that looked like he's in pain.
"What happened to heem?", asked Fifi feeling pity for the caged dog.
"Well, a week ago, this idiot had the 'bright' idea of trying to literally bite the cage bars, which of course, ended up in him destroying all his teeth, so don't pity him too much."
"For short kid, the only options you have are either adoption, or wait here hoping for a miracle and to slowly lose hope like many others.", replied Gavin bitterly.
Fifi was shocked by these harsh and sad words.
"How can YOU say such things?!"
"It's the truth, you just can't get out of here, and I'm honestly getting tired talking to a miss that doesn't understand this situation!", shouted Gavin back at Fifi.
"I how you say, GET this situation MONSIEUR, but unlike vous, I won't give up on hope!", shouted Fifi so hard that everyone in the room could hear her words.
"Even eef I can't get out of here, I know that mon amore Furrball will come here to rescue moi and help zhe ozhers trapped here!"
"Yeah, sure, good luck on that kid, but, when you finally realize it's all hopeless don't start crying!"
"I won't start cryeeng monsieur, and I know eet eez not hopeless!"
"Furrball weell come!"
"..."
"..."
After this argument between Fifi and Gavin, there reigned silence in the room.
Only silence from the french 'kitten' waiting now for a horrible remark towards her or her lover.
But, after a few seconds Gavin decided to speak up, tired of hearing this hopeful nonsense from Fifi, wanting her to stop.
"Suit yourself, kid...", said an exasperated Gavin.
"I weell monsieur..."
With this argument over in her favour, Fifi grabbed her locket in both hands and whispered in a melancholic tone, "Furrball, please come..."
