Her sisters wake up (continue story)

Slowly, one after the other, my sisters began to stir and rouse from their sleep, rubbing their eyes and flicking their ears as they got up from the ground. Of course, they weren’t my “real” sisters, I wasn’t related to them. Well, at least not to all of them, no single litter of kittens was so big. It was customary for breeders to buy or exchange multiple litters and raise them as one. Without ever meeting our mothers or the male cats that sired us, we couldn’t know for certain to whom we were related or not. But that didn’t matter to us. Instead, cats raised together referred to and thought of each other as sisters, no matter the blood relation.

Naturally that didn’t mean that we all got along well. Most of the few dozen sisters I had looked down on me. Many even outright bullied me as we grew up, which was the reason for my miserable state. You can’t quite develop a plump and curvy body if you never get enough to eat. Neither the guards nor the breeders, who were responsible for our physical state, cared enough to do something about it, and now I would suffer a horrible fate because no master wants to buy a famished ****.

When you have lived your entire life without access to a clock (not that I could read one), you develop a good feeling for time, you have to. Therefore, it wasn’t surprising that almost all of my sisters were already up when the guards opened the door and stepped in to “motivate” us to get ready by the use of an electric cattle prod.

Thankfully, they this morning they didn’t have any reason to use it on us excessively, most of my sisters got away with a slap on their asses or breast. I didn’t even get a look; my assets weren’t appealing enough. What I would give to trade this “advantage” for a desirable body right now…