Connections Jan 2015 - Page 51

gave up on her, I began to contemplate my situation. I couldn’t think of any way of getting out of it. Once I resigned myself to the fact that I was destined to go into the shelter the moment the doors opened, I had to think of ways of getting out of the cage. I could still feel my magic, which was a good thing. The first thing I tried do was shift out of the cage. Not far, just on the other side of the mesh door. It didn’t work. The next thing I tried was popping the lock. Nothing happened. Escape wasn’t an option. I had to think of ways of ensuring that the shelter wouldn’t put me to sleep. After forcing myself to calm down and think through things, I decided that they wouldn’t kill a healthy cat. I tested my magic again by making sure I didn’t have any physical abnormalities or medical conditions. I felt my magic this time and let it heal any diseases she might have given me. She was just crazy enough to do something like give me feline leukemia or AIDs. Then I had to decide what