"Akeem? Is that you? It's so cold in here and only a straw bed...... These cats are not at all nice, are they? I mean who sleep in straw beds now days? And no covers to help keep the cold out.... I don't mean to complain but....." Amy leaned against the hard wall. Even tho it was a warm brown it made her colder and more alone than ever. She looked around the room and shivered at the thought of using a litter box if she needed to do something.<br/><br/>"Why can't it be warmer in here? Are gonna be killed or just imprisoned for the rest of our lives? Speak to me and that will help me be brave, Akeem. Did you get hurt in any way? Is your cell like mine? Can we at least dig a small hole so we can at least see each other?" Amy spoke sadly as she tried to not cry anymore.