What to do? (Open)
Sympathy had taken the cat with her, unsure about what the man had said about it, but unwilling to leave an animal that might possibly be hyper intelligent and/or magical on its own in a strange place. Not that she really had a way to take care of it, she didn't really have a way of taking care of herself at the moment.
Not in any substantial way.
She felt like she was back in Electric City, about to live in the park. There were at least people here that she knew this time. If she could find one of those faces, maybe she could get herself into a better situation.
The cat purred softly in her arms. She'd never met an animal that responded so well to the spoken word. It was as if it really did listen to everything that she said, and understood that she was trying to take care of it. It didn't squirm around or try to get away. It watched the people and places that they passed with interest and an intelligence she couldn't tell if she was imagining or not.
She sat outside of a small shop to give her feet a rest and watch the sun go down. There was no color to see, so Sympathy painted the sky in her mind.