all what anne could see was shattered glass and her dead cat, questions were racing through her mind...how did my sweety die..??...she whispered softly...her whisper echoed in the dark room...tears ran down her face.. she knelt down to stroke her cat, when she heard this peircing sound coming from the cats mouth...but her hopes were destroyed as she glanced at the back of her pet's neck....it was cold blood ooozing out. Anne was flabbargasted.. by this time, tears were flowing down her smooth skin unabling her to see...she took the cat along with her and walked dreamlike towards the other end of the room....she could feel the soft fur of her cat on her hands and was aware that these hands were about to bury her beloved cat sooner or later. Then suddenly, she felt a slight movement from the cat.. She called the vet and told her the situation, she told Anne to try to keep her cat still until they get here, but then someone came down the stairs, he was holding a gun, Anne took cover..she scrambled her way to the bedroom..and could see the silhouette of the man coming closer...her heart was pounding to her ears. The man lifted the cat, and walked out the room, Anne was shocked to the core for a moment...a chill ran down her spine but she couldn't react. She was numb..questions stormed her mind..."Who was this man?, why did he hold a gun?...why did he took the cat away?...all her questions were left unanswered as the man...
