4 months ago In the same narrow, shadowy alley—still lined with trash bins, graffiti-covered walls, and glowing faintly from a distant neon sign—a small fire crackles in a metal barrel. Around it, a group of cats gathers for a bizarre midnight barbecue. The sleek grey cat with glowing yellow eyes stands proudly by the flames, flipping skewers of grilled rats over the fire. It still carries the same calm, eerie expression. Other cats dance wildly nearby, their silhouettes flickering in the firelight. Some wear mismatched clothes, others beat on makeshift drums made from old cans and bottle caps. A few sit on crates, munching roasted rats with delight. Smoke rises into the dark sky, mixing with the lingering scent of burnt brick and charred fur. The alley, once silent and tense, now echoes with feline laughter, clinking metal, and strange music. fbaac0c1abb 0 31
