Dave had not been here before. Well, he hadn't been many places, actually. Somehow, the adult kittypet managed to get get himself lost, and had ended up in The Elite's theme park.
Little did Dave know that this group of wild cats did not take kindly to 'visitors'.
One of the siamese's friends, imaginatively name Meow, had told Dave many far-fetched stories of crazy, flea bitten, rabid cats living in places like this, but to be honest, everyone that Dave had passed looked pretty normal. Yes, there was a little more muscle and a few more battle scars than your average kittypet, but apart from that, they all looked pretty clean and well looked after.
It didn't surprise him that he was being flashed such dirty looks from all those that noticed him. After all, the kittypet would probably react in the same way if some complete stranger came strolling into his house.
Except that this wasn't a house.
Well, nothing like his one, anyway.
This isn't home at all!
Suddenly, a huge jolt of fear shot through him as he realised that circle of fierce looking cats surrounded him. And some of them were carrying rope.
'Oh, uh, h-hi there,' Dave stammered, his white and brown fur on end, and his sky blue eyes wide. 'Am I in t-trouble?'