Arabella tended to be a shy cat, and as a result, tended to be alone as she prowled the nights. She didn't have many friends--none, if she was honest with herself. The collar on her neck glimmered in the sunlight. With narrowed eyes, she thought she saw someone sitting on the bench. She carefully padded over to him. How she wanted to take the collar off, to be free of the item that bound her to the world she was in. Maybe he could help.
She hoped he could, anyway. She looked up at him, her eyes silently pleading. Could he help her? Would he? Maybe he needed a friend, too. "Hello," she muttered.