All too soon, Cici found herself cornered in the small area. She had tripped over her own feet, landing on her bottom with her limbs sprawled in every direction. The indirect result of her ungainliness was that her pussy had been exposed. She hardly ever wore anything other than the collar and tags that marked her as owned, and today was no exception. As she lay panting, she tried to find an escape route, looking past Xana quickly. It seemed she was truly trapped, with the gaps on either side of the other cat being much too narrow for even her to squeeze through without being immediately stopped.