Problems of a Distraught Cub - Intro p.9 (end of intro)
#9 of Problems of a Distraught Cub
We talked. Or rather, he did, and I just sort of just zoned out, pretending to listen. He talked about his house and his life, me wondering when the doc was getting back. He was nice and all, but bad habits, especially mine, don't really want to die. Plus the added fact of me being scared shitless. I don't really know what else he said, mainly because I did actually stop listening after a little while. After what seemed to me like another four hours, the husky doc came back in.
"Well I hope you two are better acquainted with each other," he said with a wide grin to the other two furs in the room.
"Well doc," the other fox says standing up and walking over to the doctor, "I've told him about myself, but he doesn't really have anything to say to me. In fact he said nothing to me at all. Not one word."
"That's alright, Josh, don't worry about it. Give him time and let him trust you first, and he will hopefully open up to you. That's what this whole project is kind of about. Take cubs that aren't on the correct path, or have lost it, like in Kayleb's case, and try to get them back set right, and open up, and get on the right path again," the pair got out of earshot, and so I just sat there, pouting at what they were saying. I wanted them to like me, I just couldn't open up.
So this is an adoption thing.... I will be paired with one of my own species. I guess there's no getting out of it. I'm glad my dad's dead now though, otherwise I'd be back with him. He deserved to die. The only reason I know he's dead is that I had found his grave while skipping the streets by going through the cemetery. This is when I had run away from that old had, right before I met my friends. I spit on the little piece of stone that served as his headstone. The epitaph said he was a great father, husband and fur as a whole. Bullshit.
I'm ripped out of my thoughts by the two usual douche bag cat guards coming in and very rudely interrupting me and roughly pulling me out of my seat and halfway carrying me back to my 'room'. Later on, the doc came by my jail cell of a room, opened the door, walked in, and left the door slightly ajar. "So Kayleb, do you know what's going on?"
I didn't say anything. I couldn't. all of my attention was spent on staring at that very slightly open door, thinking and staring, both of my eyes transfixed on it like a thirsty kitty to a tasty fresh bowl of cream. "Well, this program is designed to have you get together with at least one more member of your species, so that way you won't feel as awkward or out of place. This program will hopefully get you on the right track again. I know there's a good kit in you, Kayleb. We just have to get him out again.
"Now, this program is designed to last a minimum of four weeks. You have to stay there for that amount of time. If after four weeks you want to come back here, we will bring you back. Josh can also do the same thing. But if the both of you want to stay together longer, we can do that as well. If things work out completely, we can even arrange for a permanent residency for you. There will be some restrictions, and Josh has been informed on them. He will guide you if you let him. I've got to get going Kayleb," he says to me as he checks his beeping pager. "I will take you to his house tomorrow, and then we will get this program started with you and five others. I have to go talk to the others now. I'll see you tomorrow Kayleb. Get some rest, you'll need it." He placed his paw on my thigh and rubbed it caringly with his thumb.
After he left, I simply laid on my bed, staring at the off-white walls, stained yellow from age and mistreatment, without being taken care of. I stared for I don't know how long, probably an hour or so. I looked around one last time, sighing. I was finally getting out of this hellhole for four more weeks. I don't know how shitty this new guy will be though. He seemed nice, but first impressions CAN be deceiving. I guess I don't really have any choice. I guess any place is better than this one. Almost any. Why is the door still open? I could have sworn it was closed when the doc left. Is this a test or something? To see if I'll try to run away or whatever? I sigh again and close my eyes, slowly drifting off to a terribly light sleep, waking up in the middle of the night to a nightmare.
That always happens....