AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 11: THURSDAY, OCTOBER 30th

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     “There’s something cat-like about 
them, though, something I can’t put my 
claws on, but honestly, I don’t really 
care.”                                 
     “Where are they?”                 
     “Don’t know. They won’t tell me   
until I’m out of here, but right now,  
that don’t fucking matter, because what
does fucking matter is you people,” she
said, stopped, and then pointed a paw  
right at me.                           
     “You people are fucking sick! I’ve
never read so much sick shit, and I    
really don’t know why your species     
isn’t already extinct...” she almost   
shouted at me and from there went on to
explain the sick history of humans,    
according to AmyStrange, and I must    
admit that the evidence is             
overwhelming.                          
     Even with just the stuff I already
knew, humans were an evil lot, and that
made me an enemy. I could understand   
where she was coming from, but that    
didn't mean I had to like it.          
     “Most of the animals, you people  
eat are kept in cages so small...”     
     I liked to eat meat, but I didn't 
like to think about how it got to my   
plate. “I know all about that, and yes,
I’m a hypocrite, but not everyone is as
bad as all that shit you’re saying, and
besides, look at your own fucking      
species.                               
     “Cats are considered, by a lot of 
people, to be the serial killers of the
animal world. All the cats together    
kill billions of animals a year,       
including baby birds and mice.”        
     I immediately regretted saying    
that last part, because a really       
worried look came over her face.       
     All she said was, “I don't want to
talk about that anymore” and I felt    
like I’d won something, but it was     
something lousy, like a year of        
wallowing naked through shit, on tippy 
toes, and also being more than happy to
eat it, like chocolate cake.           
     Maybe that’s what they mean by    
being happy as shit?                   
     Anyway, I decided to change the   
subject.                               
     “How...” I started to ask about   
the lock on her cage, but as I looked  
closer, I noticed that it had a digital
display and already knew the answer.   
     Instead, I asked, “How old are    
you? Do you know?”                     
     “According to the computer        
records, my birthday was almost seven  
months ago. April first, to be exact.” 



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