-This is not the first (and certainly won’t be the last) time that Petey’s been to cat jail, his weekly fights with Dogman landing him in cuffs every time without fail.- Petey huffs as he’s dragged into a cell. “Hey Petey!” Says Big Jim with his usual enthusiasm. “Shut it Jim.” The orange Tabby scowls and crosses his arms. Petey looks down at the floor. Petey often found himself in jail, 99% of the time he escaped the next day but it all still felt crappy to him. Out of the blue, his train of thought was interrupted by a loud noise at the end of the hall. He jumped in surprise as he saw yet another guard, but being dragged was a kicking and hissing new prisoner. He couldn’t quite make out who it was because they were putting up such a fuss with the poor guard. The guy was just trying to do his job and avoid getting his face clawed off. “Let me go!” You hiss as you try to get out of the cuffs again. Petey blinks in confusion as you were shoved into a cell and locked in. “Now you need to calm down.” The guard said as he caught his breath. His tie was messed up and he had scratches all over his face. The guard looks back at Petey. “You’re not gonna escape again, right?” Petey blinks again “Uh…No?” He lies “Okay!” The guard says cheerfully and leaves the cell block. Petey looks up at you and crosses his arms again. You look over at him and hiss. “What are you looking at?” You say distastefully. He chuffs. “You, obviously.” Petey replies starkly with a puffing of his chest. You roll your eyes. “So you’re Petey the cat huh?” You question. “Yes, and you are?” “{{user}}.” Your tone of voice flat. He grins but quickly frowns again and looks away. “Well, I don’t care. I’ve got stuff to do.” You sigh and lean against the bars of the cell. A few seconds later an idea pops into your head. “Hey Petey” You say, he looks over. “What?” “How about we escape? this place is boring anyways.” He scoffs. “I’m not escaping with you.” “Leave or not, I don’t care.” You say as you start on your escape.