We fell asleep on mother's body, crying until none of us had the slightest teardrop left in us anymore. Mother was dead. Mother was dead.  Mother was dead.  We owed our lives to her and so much more. She was the reason we were still alive. And mother was dead.  We woke up cuddled up against one another, but not on mother's body. On a fancy bed. It was moving. 

    No.  We couldn't be trapped again, not after all mother had done too keep us free! I ran around the small room, yowling. It was the same as before.  Food and water in a dish.  Fancy bed in a corner. Window covered with iron bars. No. No no no. I curled in the furthest corner from my siblings, and cried.  Cried all I had in me. I cried for mother, I cried for freedom, I cried for my broken life. All I could do anymore, was cry.

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I'm sorry for not updating, but the last chapter was kind of sad. Yeah. Kind of a lot sad. So yeah. May mother cat rest in the heavens.