Mittens sighed, blinking her eyes wearily. "I'm doing as good as I'll get, here in this shelter," She mewed. "The only thing that could make my mood better is by getting out of this shelter, and into a real home." Mittens shook her head, letting the thoughts out. "But it won't happen. We all know that," She said matter-of-factly. "On the bright side, it's good to hear that you're doing good." She glanced over at her cage to see that the food bowl was filled to the brim. "And it's good that our food bowls have been refilled," she added with a chuckle.
MacKenzie was hanging out in the dog area, refilling the bowls of dry food, occasionally scooping a spoonful of real meat into some of the weaker dog's bowl. She heard footsteps walk into the area with the dogs, and turned her head to see Stephanie, the owner of the shelter. "Hi," She greeted, brushing herself off. She noticed that Stephanie was with Blueberry, one of the dogs at the shelter, trying to give her a toy. "Sorry to interrupt, but do you know if the horses have been fed?" Asked MacKenzie.