jettymatt

 When Catwoman awoke, she found herself blinking at a pink water bowl with “Pretty Kitty” printed on the side. “Nhhh…” she groaned. A round hip jutted up from the way she laid on her side, sinuous legs shifting as she stirred. She propped herself onto an elbow, nose wrinkled with displeasure at her head ache, green eyes slowly looking around her surroundings. She saw bars, stainless steel and polished rather than the kind in jail cells. She could only see darkness outside the bars. There wasn’t just a water bowl, but also a food bowl, and scattered on the carpet were different items like balls of strin