Mental problems
@firxtruck
It’s late, everyone who has a home are sleeping, the streets are cold, nasty and it’s raining the feline is used to it, kicking in empty cans, that freaking rain, the darkness is good for her, knowing she can see in the dark, but the rain slows her down, makes heavier because of her fur, what a pain, she could shift to have less fur but she’ll end up naked, and naked in this streets is not a good idea, as a cat it’s fine, but as (almost) human, thanks but no thanks.
She has no weapon, no where to go and nothing to do... Looks like she’s not alone here, there’s some one in the dark, he seems... Lost?... Maybe, she’ll stay wary, slowly approaching, making as much noise with her paws on the ground possible, which means, not much anyway but she doesn’t want to surprise him, or her ?
“Hello?... Are you ok ? ... Do you need help ?”
She’s being... Nice?... Not in her nature to do so but he seems lost, and she can only remember when she was a small kitten lost in the streets, hoping anyone would help her, and a the same time, fearing everything and everyone.
