Strangers
an excerpt

"Aaaaaaaaaaack! Oh no! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! That is the most hideous thing I have ever seen! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!"
Robin Sarrow turned his head, part of which was still in contact with a slice of deliciously gooey piece of cheese pizza (oh, are we a vegetarian? and why did you not tell me this before!). The blond woman who was not only the waitress but also apparently the manager of the particular pizza parlour where Robin and his buddies were spending their afternoon eating a pizza, which is what one might expect a group of teenage boys to be eating at a pizza parlour, but you know, we told you anyway, because we are special like that and did not want you to be too confused, was screaming her head off about something. She was also pointing a finger in some general direction, and when the teenage boy turned his head in that direction he saw what must be the cause of her terror filled screams: a scrawny dirty but not that hideous cat.
"I am so sorry boys, I will get that thing, aaaaaack!" the woman began, but did not finish. This was because the cat had chosen that moment to hop up onto an empty seat and the end of the table, this was also the end of the table which was closest to the blond waitress slash manager. This forced said women to start screaming again. "Not on my chair! Aaaaaack! Not my lovely wonderful chair!"
Robin did not see what was the problem. The cat was just sitting there, completely ignoring the blond manager slash waitress woman, and it did not seem to be bothering the rest of his group of friends. In fact, the cat looked positively dreadful. Hungry and dirty. It needed a good home, and maybe a slice of pizza or something. It looked like it might keel over any second from a hunger related death.
"I will just get that little beast- aaaaaaaaaack!" at this point the woman was once again interrupted by movement from the cat. This time the animal, who was not beast like in any way shape or form, actually jumped onto the table. This was obviously some kind of felony in the manager slash waitress's mind, but Robin did not see what the problem was. This cat was seriously hungry, all it wanted was a sardine or something. Why not just give it some food and then gently put it out of the door if it was troubling the woman so much? Gosh.
"Oh what a foul animal! All these things should be put to death (oh, so you are that kind of woman are you? why do you keep so many secrets from me!?)! I cannot believe you made it into my establishment, I am going to call the pound on you, you foul beast! Scat! Scat! Scat!" That woman was sincerely crazy. What kind of human being would say something so cruel about an obviously under privileged cat in front of many people who she does not know and whom she could be offending? I mean really, what a woman. I am sure however, that you know many people like this and are possibly one yourself. I shall not hold it against you, as long as you do not make it known to me.
Robin Sarrow had had enough. He stood up from his seat directly on the other side of the table, put down his piece of cheese pizza, swept his long brown hair out of his equally brown eyes, and began to speak: "Excuse me ma'am," he said (so formal is he not? It is because he is named after an Elizabeth movie (which had Hugh Dancey in it, lovely)), "but I think you are over reacting a tiny bit."
She looked at him in the same way she looked at the cat, or foul, hideous beast as she had called it. This, however, did not stop Robin. He continued on like the martyr and or saint that he thought of himself as.
"I mean, do you not care at all for the poor cat?" he asked in a calm voice, even if rage bubbled beneath it. The blond woman (am I stereotyping here?) probably could not sense it at all. Actually, scratch that. She definitely could not sense it. She could not tell that the cat was hungry, why should she be able to tell that another human being felt something beneath the surface of his or her face. That would be so ridiculous, now would it not?
"That filthy creature-" she began, but Savior Sarrow cut her abruptly off.
"Do not call it a filthy creature! It is a cat. A mildly dirty cat, true, but it is not filthy or any thing you called it. It is just hungry. It does not care squat about you and does not plan on harming you. It might harm the pizza, but I am paying for it and or eating it so it is out of your hands anyway."
"But my chairs-"
"Can be cleaned. It is not even scratching the fabric! You are so insensitive!" Robin said, as he reached over to his friends plate to grabe a sardine. He then tossed said sardine to the cat, which caught it in its mouth happily. It seemed truly grateful for the contribution. If Robin had been in his right mind (he was, in case you had any doubts) he would have sworn he saw the cat smile at him.
"Are you done, Mister PETA?" asked the now fully mean woman. Robin nodded, worried about the impending fate of the poor creature. "Because if you are then I am free to do as I please. And I please to go and kick that foul and filthy creature out of my pizza parlor, and really, there is nothing you can do about it (Oh, so she does not like kids either does she? What a horrific woman we have here!)!" Robin looked on open mouthed and in horror as the woman chased the poor cat out of the pizza parlor. It hurt him on the inside very much. How could anybody do something like that, he wondered. To a poor homeless and hungry cat none the less. He wondered how long the cat would survive on the streets. He hoped that the single sardine would have expanded its life for at least another day, because another day would be long enough to go find more food, and maybe a proper home or something. The dilemma of the cat would plague Robin 'Good Fellow' Sarrow for the rest of his life, do you know not? Well it would. But never mind that now, because his friends were trying to get his attention.