Kitty quietly walked in the building through a door left half open by a lazy janatorial worker.  Kitty looked left and then right...a mouse scurried across the floor.  Kitty licked her lips and thought how sastisfying the meal would be, but then quickly shook it's head from left to right  and focused on the mission at hand.

Kitty had been trained to do this all her life, but now she had doubts.  Deep, powerful thoughts, but then she remembered the terrible name they called her "Mittens".  She looked down the hall and saw a large garbage can in the corner by the boiler, a smile (or what could be considered a smile by a cat) came over her face.  She slowly walked over to the can, attempting to mute the sound of the damned bell around her neck.  

Ten minutes later, Kitty left the building the same way she came in and went across the street.  Fear came over her as some children passed by her.   She hated human children, they would pet her roughly with their dirty, dirty hands.  She sighed a quiet sigh of relief as the boys passed by her only to gulp down hard as a woman with a stroller stopped beside her.

The child in stroller gurgled upon noticing Kitty patiently looking at the building and begun stroking Kitty hard.  Kitty kept her eyes trained on the building surpressing the urge to scratch the child.

BOOM!

The building blew up and the child started to scream.  Kitty smiled and thought, "yeah, yeah big noise make grubby hands cry..." she stopped in mid thought as she saw the same mouse she had spied earlier scurry outside the now burning building.  It was a good day to be Kitty.