"We're finally leaving this sh*t-hole" .

"Sure right about that one Sleezy" I told the old cat back.

He grinned back at me with his yellow teeth.

And sure enough, the yellow vested people started putting us cats into carriers, probably for a better life. The old croon who was crazy enough to adopt 60 cats in a 2 story house, and no will after she died, can you believe the audacity-

"Any more cats Will?"

"Just this last Tabby".

Good god, we're finally leaving this god forsaken place. Finally...

Little did I know, I'd be meeting my second and last human, and her name was Emma