gave up on her, I began to contemplate my situation. I couldn’t think
of any way of getting out of it.
Once I resigned myself to the fact that I was destined to go into
the shelter the moment the doors opened, I had to think of ways of
getting out of the cage. I could still feel my magic, which was a
good thing. The first thing I tried do was shift out of the cage. Not
far, just on the other side of the mesh door. It didn’t work. The next
thing I tried was popping the lock. Nothing happened.
Escape wasn’t an option. I had to think of ways of ensuring that
the shelter wouldn’t put me to sleep. After forcing myself to calm
down and think through things, I decided that they wouldn’t kill a
healthy cat. I tested my magic again by making sure I didn’t have
any physical abnormalities or medical conditions. I felt my magic
this time and let it heal any diseases she might have given me.
She was just crazy enough to do something like give me feline
leukemia or AIDs.
Then I had to decide what