“C’mon Mom, their won’t be any more left!” Some child whines, causing my ears to perk.
Turning, I look at the little girl, staring at her as she wanders into the room with a sense of wonder and excitement, her nose crinkling at the scent of all the litterboxes. The old woman who runs the shelter turns and looks at her, standing quickly to throw a blanket over my cage. It’s fine anyway… no child would want me.