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I saw what Milo meant about the wild cats. They brought in two today, one in the morning and one later on. They were thin and they spat and howled and their eyes burned. The second one had bits missing off his ears and tail. He looked awful and he hissed at me. I turned away and washed myself hurriedly and everyone pretended that nothing had happened. One of the other cats talked to the first wild one, but he didn't get any sense of out him. Wild Cat One said he was going to get out if he had to bite his way out through the bars.

I didn't like his chances. I'd already tried to bend the bars, but the others told me I was wasting my time and they were right. Late at night Wild Cat Two started screaming. And I couldn't help myself. I just sat in my cage and cried and cried because I was so scared. Everybody told me to shut up but I couldn't help it. Then Wild Cat Two shut me up by telling me that if I didn't stop he'd eat me. I knew he couldn't get to me, but he was only two cages away and I was really scared now. So eventually I calmed down. I just lay there and felt miserable. The only good thing is that my scar doesn't hurt any more. Maybe tomorrow will be better.