cat fight
It was the evening. I was standing on a fire escape stairwell on the side of a brick building, looking down into the back alley. I saw a dumpster with an area just next to there that would’ve acted as a nice public square had it not been the decrepit surroundings. Several cats started appearing and began congregating at the centre of the square. They seemed to be up to no good. The group of cats all of a sudden became very tense and looked up towards the buildings. Many more cats started appearing, but this time they were on higher ground and all over the fire escape stairwells of the buildings surrounding the alleyway. There was a long pause of silence and it was obvious that these were two rival cat gangs, and all hell was about to break loose. It did, and cats starting flying left, right and centre and I had to duck to avoid being hit by a flying cat. The meows were deafening.
As I watched on, I noticed a small kitten that was falling off the edge of the stairwell and dived to save it. I managed to grab it before it fell, but the kitten was too frightened at the whole ordeal and started scratching me all over. I felt like I was being shocked with a high voltage of electricity all throughout my body. I was surprised that such a tiny little thing was able to inflict so much pain. I finally managed to calm it down by wrapping it in a blanket and rocking it like a baby.
After the fighting died down, I went around checking out the damage. There were dead and injured cats littered all over the back alley and stairwells. As I looked around, I saw kitty sleeping peacefully on top of some boxes. He looked happy.
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