She was good. She looked up to the doctor and smiled lazily at him. She looked content and very calm. In fact, she was warm and full from the tuna she stole from the inside of a tuna sandwich. All she needed was a good pat and a bit of sun and she would be the happiest little kitten in the Asylum.<br/><br/>“Mrrrowl?” she purred out before her amber eyes met his. Then the lazy smile faded from her lips. There was something strange in his eyes and she was about to roll over, not daring to take his hand. He assumed he got her too fast. She was already starting to shy away when he neared her. The needle spewed its fluid onto her clothes and the floor and she jerked back. She shrieked out, her teeth snapping at the wrist of the hand he offered. She had every hope and intention of sinking those teeth in, breaking skin.<br/><br/>Why was he trying to drug her?! She was being good! She was being so good today!<br/>