As the kitten fixed its beady black eyes on her, she dropped to her knees- stretching out her right hand to the orphaned kitten;
"Come on now. . .it's okay. . ."
It opened its mouth- perhaps ready to purr something like 'who are you?' or 'leave me alone.'
But it didn't get the chance. And neither did Abby. Because suddenly, a broad shadow fell upon two of them. At once, Abby's impulses tingled- blaring out warnings like an alarm system.
The kitten probably also sensed it.
But before any of them could properly react, a looming hand swooped down on the kitten's body- grabbing it like it was made a knitting ball- all with a single breath.
Confusion blazed across Abby's blurry vision- instantly burning up her tears. Then anger came- doubling down to rage. Trembling, she sank her heels into the grass, and sprang upwards- pushing her torso up with her two hands! With fierceness lapping up her eyes, she raised her fists, eager to–
