the bread in the boy's hand, but instead rubbed against his leg. The cat wanted no food, just affection.
Why couldn't you be angry and rabid like all the others?Thought the boy as he picked up the cat. It's harder to bring a lamb to slaughter than it is a lion.
The man placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. Their eyes met, and the boy grudgingly remembered that, whether it's a lion or a lamb, food is food. Everything in the pain stricken world is as it is. Nothing more.
The cat let out a meek mew as the man took it from the arms of the boy.