"You can't do this to her dad, you just can't!" There was yelling, screaming, and angry shouts thrown here and there, and then, suddenly, she was picked up by the scruff of her neck and thrown into the carrier that she normally stayed in when ever she had to go visit the vet. A anxious wave of nerves ran through the cat as the thought passed through her mind; was she being taken to the vet? But for what reason? She had only gone a month ago, and she had been perfectly fine, so why again? A loud yowl came from her as she pawed at the cage door that separated her from the man that held onto the carrier and the fifteen year old girl who had tears streaking down her face. "She won't survive out there, and you know she won't. You can't just throw her out like this! She didn't mean to do it!" Throw her out? Wait, what? "I don't care Lauren," the father's voice rang out, the gruffness and obvious frustration sounded in his tone as he turned his body to face the door, the carrier swaying in his grasp. Mosi's legs trembled as she tried to keep her footing, the hairs on her body standing with ease as she ducked her head and listened to the words that were spoken. "Do you see what that damn cat has done? She's been destroying the house, scratching at everything, and she even attacked your little brother. She's a danger to us all, and you need to realize that!" The voices were loud in clear in Mosi's ears. She could hear the quiet sniffles that came from Lauren, the heavy breathing from the irked Mike, and then the quiet wails that came from above the stairs in the house. She listened intently to the words that were being spoken, growing all the more angry with the man. He never wanted a cat in the house, and he sure as hell never liked her, or at least that was what she believed. Why else would he always kick her out of his room, why would he not allow her on top of his desk while he worked on work from home? The nicest people in the house had been Lauren and Emily, the mother, up until they brought that little human into the house. With his loud wails that rang out through the entire night and all through the day, with his constant pleas for attention... How was she supposed to compete with that? No longer had she been allowed, after that baby had come into the picture, to lay in Emily's lap and curl around her legs to sleep as she had her back stroked as well as her ears. No longer had she been able to play with the woman like she had with a few of her toys and no longer had she been allowed to sleep on the couch when ever she would please. All she had left was Lauren, and while she loved the girl's attention and the love she would give, Mosi missed what she used to have. But even now things were different with the girl. She had more friends that she brought to the house and while they would give her attention, eventually they would leave her be after a few moments, though that had become less of an occurrence since that baby had come. Emily's temperament seemed worse then before now. Oh, how tired the woman looked, as well as Mike, the father, though he was less of a concern to the cat. "She's not dangerous, dad. Andrew pulled her tail and ears and that's why she attacked him, and she's only been destroying things because we haven't been-" "I don't care, Lauren. She is not allowed back in this house, and that's that. No cat is to be around our baby and I refuse for something like this to happen again." Without so much as another word being spoken, Mike walked the necessary steps towards the door before opening it, snatching his arm away from Lauren as she grasped onto this sleeve, and then closed the door behind him quickly. Instantly it was opened back up, however, as Lauren had run out the house, her sobs still in her voice as she continued to try and convince her father to not take Mosi. "Something is going to kill her out there." She listed off. "She doesn't know how to survive out on her own. Please dad!" But apparently her words had gone unnoticed. Roughly the carrier was thrown into the backseat of the car, Mosi's body being thrown around before she was able to get her footing back. Her tail flicked, her head swiveled as she started pacing around, mewing all the while. "Shut up!" She flinched as Mike yelled at her, the momentum from the car beginning to move throwing her off balance for a second. She couldn't say how long they had been driving for, and Mosi couldn't even say in which direction they were heading, but all she did know was that they weren't heading to the vet. She was without her things and her collar had been stripped from her before she had been thrown into the carrier back at the house. She yowled again as panic started to rise in her. Had she really made a mistake? Had her constant scratches among the couches been too much? Her consistent pawing at any closed doors so that she could be allowed in there been too much? Had drawing blood from that baby been too much? More than likely, yes. But how could she be blamed for this? Now that the baby was mobile he was even more of a bother. While the previous months of him just being docile and always being cradled within the gasp of Mike and Emily had become accustomed to Mosi, she could not take it when he started to crawl. When he had the opportunity to, he followed her. When given the opportunity to, he would pull at her fur and yank on her tail. His mouth would go around her ear and the others would do no such thing to even stop him, well except for Lauren of course. Emily called it cute while Mike would scoff and make a comment about him not wanting the baby around the animal. But it had become too much for her. The weight of the baby had changed, and after he toppled over on her earlier that day, his hand grabbing at her tail when he rolled off her, she couldn't take it anymore. She hissed, growled, and then took a swipe at the baby's face, her claws scratching against his forehead. Blood had been drawn, and that was when all hell broke loose. The car had finally pulled to a stop, the surrounding area dark in her eyes. Suddenly the sound of Mike getting out the car was heard in her ears, but just as suddenly the door to the back of the car had been opened and the carrier was picked back up. "This will show you..." The carrier was placed on the ground in the alley as he opened the door up, walked away, and then got back into the car. With widened eyes and with her tail tucked in between her legs, Mosi scurried her way out of the carrier before turning in the direction where she knew the car had been parked. Never mind how she didn't know this place. Never mind that odd smells were coursing through her nose in that moment, but, as soon as the lights from the car beamed in her eyes, she panicked. The car backed away from it's spot and eventually left the cat's sight. She tried to follow it. She ran down the sidewalk, her paws scraping against the concrete, before she could no longer keep up. Her breath came out in pants as she stopped. He left her. He was gone... She swiveled her head back and forth, cars passing on the road beside her, causing her to flinch back and move over towards the brick wall of a building. There weren't to many people walking around, though the sounds around here were enough to scare her. Where was she? How could he leave her like that?