I was cold and hungry. Fear was in the atmosphere everywhere I went. Whether it was casually walking through people’s yards or even watching the kids play at the playground, I felt unsafe. My owners let me out one evening and I ran till I couldn't run anymore. They pretended to care about me when we would have company over but that would always change when they left. The man and the woman saved me from a shelter but I wish they never did. It had to be better than life before the shelter I thought to myself but man was I wrong. I felt like everyday I would upset them and I wasn’t even trying to. Sure, to get some extra table scraps sometimes I would lay in to them with my meowing but that rarely ever played out. It’d usually just lead to them beating my ass with a flyswatter and yelling at me. Out of all the animals in the house I knew I was their least favorite. They’d rather play fetch and shit with Bruce. It was never come here Fox, always Bruce. Bruce this and Bruce that. The only thing Bruce knew how to do correctly was lick his own ass and bark at the man delivering the mail. My owners still preferred him over me. Yes we are both males and I’d love nothing more than to scratch his ass up and show him who the dominant male is but he was triple if not quadrupled my size.

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