Peter and Scott charged back inside at the sound of Kelly and Mandy's screams.
"Where's Kelly?" Peter shouted.
Mandy's eyes were like saucers as she pointed up the stair's. "Kittens," she muttered.
Scott ran halfway up the staircase. "Kelly? Kelly!" He could see her standing at the top of the stairway, but instead of answering, she hurried across the hallway and disappeared into the room.
Scott turned back to Peter and Mandy. "What should we do?"
Without hesitation, Peter charged up the staircase with Scott and Mandy in pursuit. Inside the empty room, they found Kelly turning slowly in a circle, tears starting to trickle down her cheeks.
"Kelly, are you okay?" Peter asked.
"They're not here," she sobbed.
The warehouse was cold, its cement floors void of warmth or color. A small rectangular window provided the only light except for the brief time daily when a man named Jack stopped by to pour water and a scoop of dry kibble into their bowls. They reached out to him, purred, offered their paws through the cage, yet he offered no kind words or caress of hand.
They had to scramble for the food because there was only enough for a couple given in each cage, not the half a dozen they contained. As soon as it was gone most settled in the corner against each other for the warmth it provided.
She sat staring through the bars even after the man Jack left. She remembered a time not so long ago when there was no hunger, no cold. Outside the window the world was always so beautiful, but always out of reach until that day the backdoor was left open. How wondrous it all felt to wander through green grass, chase bugs and feel the warming sun on her back. She had not known how far she'd gone until the pavement beneath her paws all looked the same. She ran as horns honked a warning and dodged cars until she could run no more. The empty house had offered shelter and companionship...until he came.
(sorry, I got carried away