"Ugh. That stupid brat dug through the trash again, Sammy!" The voice making small ears twitch and then lay back against a white covered head, it was so high pitched it was like nails on a chalk board. Heavy footfalls follow the voice as if a monstrous sized person was stomping around in thick hunting boots. Small paws scramble back as the stamping nears their hiding place, its warm, and dark, and safe. A growl is given, "Damn mongrel." Some frustrated shoving is heard as well as a steady ripping sound. Suddenly a clatter that is as loud as thunder is ringing through the small, hidden creature's being. Slowly they slink back until their spine is pressed into the hot, sweaty wall of the house they are kept in as loud and obscure curses are shrieked. "You clean this shit up, Margret! Its your fucking cat!" And then the stamping is heard again causing electric jolts to run through the four legged creature's body. A whine is heard and the stamping stops long enough to listen to the high pitched shrill, "Buuuuuuuut! SAAAMMMMYYYY! Its groooosssssss!" "I don't give a damn! Clean that shit up!" While the arguing grew the small body darts out from under the red couch to the stairs. Of course by the time they get halfway up they are snatched through the open step back with a loud yowl. Twisting around in big hands they struggle to get away, hissing and batting at them, knowing better than to claw and bite due to the last time. But its energy is quickly spent in the struggle and they, panting, hang by their scruff, in pain from the grip, defeated. Looking up they see the sinister look in cold eyes. "That's right you dumb beast," Sammy's voice almost coos darkly. "You know better..." --- A soggy box droops down over a matted and malnourished form of cat. The rain had stopped hours ago and it finally moves to its feet, poking its nose out into the dirty alleyway. No smell of dog is nearby, those things reek after rain. Darting out and up the ally to a set of trash cans. Leaping up onto one it sees its neighbor, like it has been the last couple of days, is uncovered. Leaning forward, bracing itself with its front paws and almost sighing in relief from both the scraps found in the bin and the fact their weight is no longer on their back paws. Picking through a bit they come up with a little bit noodles, some green looking stuff that smells fine, and what looks like some type of meet bone with some meat still on it. Leaving all but the bone they go to lay just outside the alley in the warming sunlight on partially cooled sidewalk. Ripping off the three small chunks of meat they nose at the bone and lick it while drying their fur. With their stomach not completely empty they curl their front paws under them and stare out at the movement of larger creatures before them. Its been eight days since they had scrambled out of the basement window left open a crack by Margret due to the hot weather. Before Sammy had come around the owner and pet had been pretty happy together. But after two years of barely being fed, drinking from the toilet, and trying to avoid getting Sammy's wrath from even the slightest thing they're happy they finally got away. Although now their situation isn't any better. Food is a little less scarce for sure, but water is even more so unless it rained recently and there are nearby puddles... And the dogs. Strays like them. They are big bullies, often chasing them from place to place. Thankfully they aren't de-clawed so they can usually climb a tall tree to get away. Other than that? The last eight days have been peaceful and most of the old wounds are healed. Although some are still around with dried blood and no amount of grooming will get rid of that. Still. The sun is nice and warm. Maybe they will take a quick cat nap here before moving on? First their fur needs to dry off from when the rain soaked through their box they have been a resident of the past couple days. Then they may move, maybe.