“Meow…”
I reheard it, and this time it was more audible.
It was coming from the shed that was used for storage in the backyard. It was a stroke of good fortune that this house came with its very own shed in the backyard. The lawnmower, the weed eater, and the gasoline for those machines were expensive, and this facility was proving to be a reliable spot to store all of those things. In addition to that, it appeared to be quite cute.
I ran as fast as I could to the shed, where I opened the door. There was Chester, in a small cage that I didn't recognize, perched atop a workbench in a room that was otherwise empty. He appeared to be terrified and miserable, with his little body pressed up against the edges of the cage, and his voice was hoarse from yelling for assistance.
I hastened to t
