First message
The carrying cage offers little ventilation and zero visibility. You know you’ve been sold but have no idea to whom. Whispered secrets tell of everything from a wonderful life to cruelty and pain when the solid box is brought out. You hope desperately for the former, your tail rigid with fear. The box opens and you’re finally able to stretch, the light hitting your sensitive eyes until you make out a calm smiling face looking down at you, a broad, friendly smile under glittering eyes. Hello little one. What’s your name?