Daniel Reaving
Thirty Thousand Club
Kitty sat there on a streetcorner curled up in a ball her eyes where bound up by wrapings. She looked weak and starving and for her that wasn't good at all because of her little situation with her eyes with only seeing blackness with or without the wrapings. "Will some one spare some money please." She said in a weak and inoccent voice to the humans that walked past her as if she wasn't even there, there scent driving her crazy but she kept her cool and kept begging for anything. A penny, a quarter, a coupon to a coffe shop anything that would get her closer to something in her stomach.