Mean Cat

I was in a bus with my friends, family and pets; we were all traveling to different places but on the same route. It felt very pleasant in the bus; we were all joking and laughing and some of us were playing music. My stop was soon approaching and I asked my brother and my sister if they wanted to come see my new apartment. As we were getting off, three cats followed us and were walking along with us out of the bus station (I got the sense that they were supposed to belong to me but they looked nothing like my cats in real life). When we got outside, there were about four cans of cat food on the street and there was a stray orange kitten eating out of one of them.  My three cats joined the kitten and began eating from the cans as well.

While I was standing around waiting for them to finish, I noticed that there was like a gang of street cats looking at our cats angrily. The gang of street cats wasn’t normal though, they were standing around like regular people and they were dressed up like 50’s gang members with leather coats, jeans and bandanas. From a distance I see the leader start to run toward our cats and he power kicks the stray kitten. The kitten slammed into a wall and was just laying there dying. I ran over to the kitten and I could tell that his ribs were terribly broken and he wouldn’t make it. Out of the corner of my eye I see the leader cat about to kick one of my three cats. I suddenly felt myself fill with rage and a picked up a very heavy metal garbage can ran towards the leader and slammed his body with it. He collapsed to the floor and was struggling to breath; I realized that he was dying and suddenly felt remorseful. I walked over to him to see if I could help and he all of a sudden wasn’t a cat anymore but an actual man. He was just looking at me and clutching his body in pain.