From the Shadows
Jenna was watching the kittens play. She had rescued Cleo from a dumpster nearly two years ago. Scavenging scraps from a nearby Class C restaurant she had seen two bright shiny eyes glaring out at her from between a loaf of stale but still edible bread and a half eaten apple. She was already risking certain imprisonment by being in the bin so rescuing a kitten was not a big decision. Sammy had joined them just a few weeks ago. Even the cats’ names were punishment worthy, coming as they did from the old world. Cleo was named from a picture she has once seen of a lady with big coloured eyes who she seemed to remember was some sort of Queen and Sammy was named for a half remembered vision of her mother dancing to the crooning voice of a man wearing a white shirt.