The cat was a small, matted ball of fur. The boy was not intimidated in the slightest. He taunted it with the dead mouse hanging from his fingertips
“Here Kitty Kitty, a tasty snack,” he repeated over and over, trying to make it come forward from its spot in the corner to no success.
“You're so ugly. No wonder you were abandoned out here,” he continued, starting to be annoyed by the lack of entertainment he was receiving. He did not believe this was the law of the land. No, he thought the cat should submit to his humiliation in order to save itself from starvation.
The boy was a short, messy sort of human. The cat was not impressed at all. It watched the boy’s frustrated attempts at interaction.
It maintained its silence, trying to let the boy know that it did not want his dead mouse and for him to leave down the alley, but to no success.
The cat was getting annoyed by his constant taunting, wishing to be left to sleep. It did not believe this was the law of the land. No, it did not believe that it must fall so low as to submit to the boy, but rather that the boy should drop the mouse.