I was being evicted, unjustly. A tyrant had burst into my home and found a litter box and said I had to leave because I had a cat.
He was screaming; the veins in his head were bulging and angry.
Another man came and sat on the floor beside me. He said he could help me buy a home so I would not have to rent. It sounded too good to be true.
He had to run out to his car because his baby was crying. He brought the baby in and put her beside me by the window. She was in a car seat. I was disturbed when I uncovered her and saw that she was a mechanical baby and not real because this man obviously thought his baby was real.
I was forced out of the house by the army and went across the street to an abandoned house where my friends were waiting to offer support. The cats found their was there too.
But I know the police would come for me and the did. I was wearing a long, red velvet robe with black trim. I was naked underneath.
I told my friends to save the two stone lions that were in the window guarding me. I told them I still wanted to keep the Lions even if I had to surrender to the authoroties.
There were two other main themes of betrayal, but I won’t go into them here.