The moon was fading and Greys eyes were growing heavy, though he wasn’t tired in thought. More of in body. He had fought for a long time to stay awake, and even longer to get where he was...though he didn’t know. All he knew was that he was safe and with that, his body decided to shut off. Grey had made it away from them...them who? Even he wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but he was away and that’s all that mattered really. So maybe a minute or two of rest would be o...k...

... "Meow?"

"Meow?" Grey’s ear perked. Cats weren’t found out here.

"Meow?" again, only this one was somewhat distant and was fading.

"Meow?" Grey copied. Not really sure what else to do, he got up and began to listen for the sound hoping for the...there it was... "Meow.."

"Meow..." he repeated, not sure why, other then thinking the cat might not be scared.

"Meow..." the sound came again and it was closer; his senses went beserk and he began to crawl around until there was the thing before him, he could feel the light heat coming from it.

"Meow?" he whispered.

"Meow." it answered. The cat sniffed and then rubbed against him with it’s muzzle. He pat the cat, wondering where it had come from and why it was out in the middle of nowhere.

"Meow cat." he muttered.

The cat only slipped into his lap and curled up.

"Sleepy?" he asked but the cat didn’t answer, it had fallen asleep.

He sighed and absentmindedly rubbed the back of the cat, trying to figure out where the cat had come from.

"Cats come from houses." he said. But, then was there a house that the cat belonged to?

"Cats can be sent away....cats can be....freed?...no....abandoned?...abandoned..." that seemed right, but it also seem wrong; after all, hadn’t he found the cat, so it wasn’t alone anymore, nor was he for that matter... a couple questions passed Grey’s mind, but he didn’t notice them because they weren’t things that he would think normally..or maybe...he didn’t know.

All he knew was that he had a companion for the time being. He rubbed the cat’s ear and noticed that some of the hair was gone in patches; this made him stop and observe the cat. He could feel the patches missing and in the missing patches he could also feel dried blood, like the cat had been in a fight. Somehow Grey was beginning to feel disturbed. He had noticed that the cat wasn’t too agile, but now that he looked, it seemed like the cat’s insides were somewhat apart, like that of a puzzle. That disturbing feeling was growing.

"Meow?" he asked, but there was no answer.

He felt and could feel light breathing, the cat was still asleep.

"Sleeping. I’m sleepy..." he stated this to the cat and leaned back, soon falling asleep himself.

Sun warmth woke him, and he stretched. He knew the cat was still there because he could feel the weight on his body. He pat it "meow cat get up."

But it didn’t.

"Meow cat?"

He felt softly, and the cat wasn’t breathing. Apparently it had more than fallen asleep.

Grey felt the cat, he knew it was alive, and he had only slept four hours maybe. But he suddenly had that rushed disturbing feeling. And though he didn’t know what it was, he didn’t like it. It scared him, and he pulled the cat’s colding body close for comfort.

What if he was turning into that cat? What if he was going to die alone one day because he was abandoned? What if no one wanted him because he was weak and dirty and ugly. He knew he was scarred already and so not many wanted him, but a cat was nice and sweet and he knew that cats wouldn’t hurt a person without reason. And they’d always been nice to him on most occasions.

Liquid began to trickle down his eyes. Grey was crying. Not just for the cat, the idea that he would one day be the cat or just for himself, or the fear....but for all of it.

Grey didn’t know what to do.

~~Das ist alles~~