“What the fuck is that?” he shot out.
“I’m pretty sure your eyes work well,” I said.
“Okay, smart ass. I see a fucking kitten,” he said.
“Yeah, and it's alone. No mama in sight. It’s cold and hungry,” I said.
“Put it back down… nature sucks,” he said.
“No! I’m not gonna just let it die!” I shouted. “We need to find its mother.”
I stood, holding the little kitten to my chest. I started walking, staring at the ground for any clues.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking for its mom,” I said.
“No point,” he muttered.
“What?”
“Stop looking, Zalayuh!” he grumbled.
“Why? It needs food!”
“I’m pretty certain I killed its mother last night,” he muttered.
“You did what?” I yelled.
“It attacked me first… to be fair,” he said.
I grumbled under my breath and turned to walk toward the house. There was no point in looking for its mother. I stomped through the leaves.
“I didn’t know there was a baby!” he yelled.
“You just fucking love torturing new moms, huh?” I said.
“I didn’t torture you!” he yelled.
“You held me captive. Hell, you’re still holding me captive. Your little plaything!” I screamed.
“Far from my little plaything, because if you were…”
“If I were, what?”
“Nothing,” he muttered.
“There you go again… beating around the damn bush,” I said.
“There is no damn point…”
“Yeah… yeah… complicated. I’m so fragile… blah, blah, blah,” I said.
“What is your plan with that damn kitten?” he asked.
We had almost made it back to the cabin.
“I don’t know yet… keep it?” I said.
