CooperWillow sat beside his mother, quickly gulping milk. Beside him sat his two sisters, Luna and Izzy. Both were messing with a toy mouse on a soft warm blanket made up of fuzzy fabric with a paw print pattern design on it. They were all in a cage, with a food bowl and water bowl hanging on a wall, low enough for them to reach. Further down along the wall was a cozy cat bed. A little hole in it had a ton of cotton piling out of it, but it still was comfy to lay on. A ton of toys, like ones with catnip and bells in them were scattered across the floor. Inside that house were the mews and cries of terrified cats, aware that they might never be adopted.
Willow got up, and padded up to the front of the cage, then looking sideways at a weary black tom. "I was never adopted," he exclaimed. "I stayed here my whole life. They might as well put me to sleep, for my life was horrible. And if they do, it'll probably be pretty soon. If this is the last time I talk to you, I hope your life is not like mine."
"That's Cooper. I've know him since the day I was born. He looked just like any other full grown tom here. Muscular, intelligent, but we all have to die, son." Willow's mom, Sunny meowed, clearly in pain, just holding back tears.
"But," Willow was cut off.
"No buts, honey. Only sleep." she whispered, all three siblings at her side. "Goodnight."