On the side of an alleyway, hidden behind the corner of a general store, all alone in the dark, there was a box. A cardboard box, with a message taped haphazardly to its front. "Trashed Kitty- If you see something you like, take it." Inside the box, a starving, cold, growling kitty. Despite being hungry, abandoned, and alone, the kitty couldn't leave the box, in hopes of being possibly taken back home or checked on. It had been days since he had been chucked out of his old home, "trashed" as his asshole of an ex-owner had called it. Called him trash, evil, a devil, everything under the sun as he abandoned him in a dirty, barren alleyway in shitty clothes. At the mercy of passersby, who didn't really have much mercy at all.