"Lucifurr!!" Bridgette yelled as she stepped in and the cute black cat I had found suddenly hissed raising its paws.
"Come here you crazy demon." She walked over to the bed and picked him up by the collar.
"That's okay Brie, he's with me," I said quickly. I like the cat, and so far it hasn't harmed me. He reminded me so much of a stray cat back when I was little. I usually invite the cat over to our backyard and sneak out leftovers to him.
But one evening, while I tried to sneak in food, I saw the cat lying lifeless on the floor with Mirabelle and her friend surrounding it with a shovel in their hands.
They had wrecked the entire place to kill my little cat friend.
"What have you done? I yelled at them tears in my eyes as I stared at the dead cat.
"Is this yours?" Mirabelle asked innocently.
"Maeve, Grandma said this disease-causing cat has spread too much disease in the neighbourhood and that we should kill it whenever we see it."
