He was trying to find answers. He was trying to find help. He was trying to find any explanation as to WHY HE WAS A CAT!!!


What he found was dogs.


Big, scary, hungry, merciless dogs who saw a small, slender kitty and thought of a roaming snack. Wolframite liked dogs. He did not like THESE dogs.

People in their apartment buildings would hear the meeeeeeoooooowwwwwww of a cat racing by and fading off into the distance, followed by the chorus of dogs following after. Wolframite wished he had his weapon, or thumbs to USE his weapon. Instead, he was running down an alley to avoid being made into puppy chow.