Dawna-May

It was just another day in New York City. People were swearing at each other randomly and the ever-present sound of police sirens droned in the background. And there, in the midst of the commotion, sat a cardboard box. On the outside it read in scribbled black letters: Very special kitten! Free to good home! If someone were to peer into inside, they would indeed spot a kitten. It was completely black with amber eyes, and such intelligence burned in those cat-eyes that it was almost eerie. This was indeed a very special kitten. But of course, not everyone saw it this way. An older man, appearing to be in his late forties, was staring down upo