>Your stomach hurts but there is so much to experience before Papa sweeps you off the euphoric feeling and back to the cage it is and you refuse to let that happen. Not when everything smells this good. Not when there is this much space to run. Skuttling off the office desk, you run to the kitchen. Is this what it looks like? The big scary metal monster of fire that feeds you food? Carefully crawling past it as your claws tap against the wooden floor gently, you make your way to the fridge and hop to the counter as you reach across to get into the freezer.
>Wh....What is this? Frozen juices? Human scratchings on them say something that you just cannot comprehend for the life of you but ugly mutt on the box looks excited and so are you as you tear your way through them. Oh messiahs these are heavenly.