Running away from the traffic and into the alley, Muffins sat down. But she really didn't say it. It sounded like a short meow.
People have no respect for the cat-race.
Why, if I were human, people would treat me with so much respect I would be like a king and his followers. This, of course, sounded like an even longer meow. She knew her stomach was growling. She knew she should go home, but she also knew nobody was home. This meant all the doors and windows were locked.