Kenny panted and whimpered in pain. He flinched as the guy bent down over him. Yelping as he was picked up. His poor back hurt like hell when he did that. He didnâ€™t complain other than some whimpering. He made a face at Weston as he was carried back in the direction of the house. â€œI donâ€™t want to go back.â€ He protested. What did these people not get about that??? He said he wanted to leave. Was that really so hard to understand. He huffed as he was sat in the chair. Curling up and whimpering. â€œI just fell. Iâ€™ll be fine.â€ He said softly. He didnâ€™t look anywhere but where the cat was. Watching her warily. Scooting back in the chair and eyed the cat fearfully. The kitty scared him. Ever since that mountain lion tried to eat him when he was five he had been terrified of felines. A five year old him thought the mountain lion was a giant kitty. Boy had he been wrong. â€œI almost made it...â€ he said sadly. â€œIâ€™m not doing it. Iâ€™m not.â€ He protested stubbornly. He wondered who the girl was and why she was wincing. Was she okay?