Ensley Cat Goes ATX Killa Kitty by way of Southside, Birmingham, Alabama

I spent the first six months of my life in Ensley, a suburb of Birmingham, Alabama. Calling Ensley a suburb diminishes the achievement of my 6 months survival. My original owner found my current owner at a 12 step meeting. I was only supposed to stay for a couple of weeks. Then the beasts burdened with abstract thought succumbed to addiction. The beast in charge of my care did well enough, though she and her cohort did nothing but feel shame and open windows when their second hand smoke was clearly effecting me as well as my long suffering fellow prisoners: Jordan and Dan.
Jordan is a tiny thing; Dan is a lion amongst housecats. Jordan is the eldest and a wisp of a feline. At first glance she is a dainty feline fairy in furry pantaloons...upon further observation she is a New York City sewer rat fighting, dog herding, beast taming sweetheart. Dan is monstrous. His fur is a gloomy grey. He makes my fellow prisoner, Walkabout Lennox (oh yes, she's a fancy cat), cower in corners without a threatening look or sound. He acts as Miss Jordan's bruiser, but in fact he's a pussycat...pun intended. ;). He ENJOYS his quarterly trips to the torturer and preens when he returns to prison, nearly naked. It's absurd.
My fellow prisoners and I took turns languishing and being pampered by beasts who were only vaguely paying attention. Too bad So much of their of their overfocused attention happened to be on the doors and windows. *sigh* it's a huge burden to bear.



TBC... I'm trying to escape.