Kayda was curled up in a small ball on the bottom of he small metal cage, taking a light nap. She has lived there for as long as she could remember. No one really bothered to buy her since they were afraid of what she was. Kayda wasn't exactly treated well since she was not obedient. She was an animal, not a human. She could speak, though had a limited vocabulary. She could also walk on two legs but much preferred to walk like a common house cat. As the boy walked up to her cage she quickly sat up and looked to him, her head tilting to the side, observing him. She let out a meow and moved to the back of the cage where she continued to watch him curiously. She was barely dressed, wearing a long black sweatshirt that covered her up and an uncomfortable looking collar and chain.