"What's wrong, Kitty?"
A cream-colored muzzle blushes with a tinge of crimson.
"C'mon, Kitty, I'm not gonna hurt you."
Keys are gripped in her left hand, like a third set of sharp claws.
"Aw, is Kitty scared?"
A growl escapes her lips, her hackles raised to fight.
She has dealt with this situation more than once.
Strange men, older than she, grayer than she.
She hasn't understood why they do this to her.
Why they call her out, call her "baby" and "darling".
Why they try to stroke her head, caress her tail.
Why they treat her like an object.
Why they treat her like she exists for one purpose.
To satisfy carnal desires.
"Be careful, for curiosity kills the cat…"