SEND KIBBLE PLEASE HURRY

The furriest of creatures was in the corner.

Wide-eyed and watchful, it twitched its tail at the swirling dust flecks in the golden ray of sunlight pouring through the crack in the floral curtains. With a yawn and a stretch it got to its feet and padded over to inspect its food bowl.

These were four humans left in the giant bowl. One was sobbing, another was desperately trying to climb out, and one was laying on her back laughing maniacally. I was the fourth person, writing this account on a scrap of paper. I hope someone reads it some day.