*loud noises can be heard down the hall*
'What was that?' the now awake kittypet thinks to himself. *a twoleg howl is heard*
"Twoleg, are you alright?" he meows, still in his bed. The blind tom rises from his sleeping blankets and walks across the twoleg room. His whiskers are tickled by the wall and he walks, unsure of what he might step into. He walks into the room where he heard the howl moments before, and bumped into the twoleg, collapsed on the floor. "Twoleg, are you okay?" he pawed at the twolegs mouth. His twoleg wasn't breathing. He gasped "No, no no no no no! This can't be happening! No twoleg noooooo!" He ran out of the room and huddled in his bed. He cried and whimpered himself back into sleep.
===Several Hours Later===
Charlie wakes up once again to loud noises. But- this time they are different. He hears, what his twoleg called, sirens from the nearby road, getting closer and louder. So he gets up and creeps to the door, whiskers guiding him to the wall. The screeching sirens are even louder now. The calico follows the wall towards the door. The sirens stopped, but it was so loud that it seems like they are still going in his head. The wall has led him to the door, so Charlie takes a few steps back and sits. Outside he can hear twolegs meowing to each other. He hears the twolegs open the door and feels the air rushing around as it is no longer stagnant. They stomp past him to the room with his twoleg. They meow some more and carry his caregiver out of the house. The tom walks out of the house and into the warm sunlight. He hasn't been outside before- 'Why did my owner keep me inside, this is so much nicer.' he questions himself. As he takes a few steps forward, there is a drop. He sits and paws at the edge until 'Eureka!' he finds a ledge and steps down. Now another ledge and he steps down again and again and again. He is at the bottom of the stairs now. The cat hears the twolegs near him slamming metallic sounding things shut. *Guuuurrrrruuuummmmbblllee* A large growl is heard, he panics, and starts running though the whisker-like plants and he runs and runs. He is far from the steps now and can hear the sirens again as the grumbling gets fainter. All is silent now and the blind cat keeps walking for he has no other place to go. He feels the ground change, what was a bunch of grassy plants is now rocks, stones and moving water. 'Where am I?' charlie thinks to himself as he steps in the mud. He hears a noise, like someone was walking to him. It isn't the normal twoleg stomps though- its lighter and four steps instead of two. "Hello?" no answer. But the walking sounds continue.
He hears a voice "Who goes there?" It is the voice of a she cat, he has never met one, other than when he was a kit. "Well? Are you gonna answer me?" She growls. "Charlie! Uh... my name is charlie. Who are you?" He says, scared for life.
(Any she cats want to play the role?)
This is what charlie looks like by the way: