Purr-fect Match

6-Court.

Olivia POV.

I woke up, well I haven’t slept much the night before thanks to Charlotte, but I was awake early, my foster mother came in to help me get ready for court day. She took me to the shower and wrapped my casted leg in some plastic bags before giving me a shower, my first in a full week, although I tried to wash up on my own I couldn’t get my cast wet, and no one bothered to bath me. After my shower she patted me dry still using too much force, she had a pink flowy sundress for me, I told her that I hate that color but she didn’t really care.

My hair was brushed roughly, it was still very long, they won’t let me cut it or even do anything with it saying it’s up for my next family to decide how they want to style my hair. It’s rare for a little Neko to go to court, it’s usually the other classification that does naughty things and ends up in court.

What’s the worse a little can do? Steal cookies? I might be the first little to ever go to court, well with how often I go to the ER, stealing my father's car, being accused of not being a little, and needing to be re-classified. Well that got me a judge appointment, they’ll decide where I go from there, hopefully, somewhere away from Charlotte, she snores loudly.

 Nobody bothered feeding me breakfast this morning, they were buys with Charlotte, she wanted to come and hear my judgment while they said she couldn’t do that. She had a full-on tantrum, she’d put any little to shame with how good she could fight and cry, if it was me that did that my bum-bum would be roasted even with my old family they didn’t take my tantrum well.

She on the other hand got kisses, ice cream, and even money as bribery for not being able to come and see where I’ll end up. I was never jealous, I’m not jealous now, I’m furious, all I saw in this house was scolding and ignoring, I stayed here a full week, enough to tell me all I need to know about this place.

We got in the car, I sat in the back, no car seat no nothing, at least I was grateful I wouldn’t be strapped down, I always hated the strappy bit on my shoulder and chest. I loved having a free pass to the window part, I loved looking outside and seeing the other cars pass, I was never allowed to do that since the straps kept me down.

We made it to the courthouse and they got out then remembered to open my door, nobody offered me any hand and I didn’t ask for any, my caseworker was there too, she looked at me before nodding, what she approves?

Our case was next, we stayed outside waiting for our turn, that’s when I saw my old adoptive parents, my mother had puffy red eyes with my father holding her. They didn’t talk to me or even spare me a second glance, they just stood there on their side of the room.

This hurt so badly, I thought they’ll come and ask if I’m okay, maybe mother would fuss over me, over the black circles under my eyes, over how much weight I lost but nothing.

It was our turn next, we walked into the courtroom and stood up for the judge, this was a full-on case, and I’m shy to say I might have peed myself a little. The case started with my caseworker speaking about me.

“Olivia, Neko, classified pet. Bad with following rules, haven’t regressed or showed any sign of regression in over a year. She stole a car from her adoptive parents and ended up with a broken leg.” She says.

Well thank you b***h for the help, I stay to myself and wait to see what’s coming next the judge asks to hear my parent point of view, us Neko, we might be pets, but we got a human side in us, this site asks for laws to protect us, laws means a judge would decide your future how fun is that.

“Olivia was never a perfect girl, she doesn’t regress often but that doesn’t mean she’s a bad little. I think she just needs a better family to take her in” my mother says looking at me with tears in her eyes, well that made me cry now, I don’t wanna cry.

“The jury is asking for the Neko to be re-classified and to be placed accordingly,” someone who looked mean says, I don’t need to be re-classified, I Am a Little!

“All Rise for the verdict,” the same meanie says, we all looked at the judge waiting for his decision.

“The Neko is getting re-classified, according to her classification she’ll be set with a new dom. Next case.” The judge says and it’s over.

I started crying now plainly, why do they want to re-classify me, I’m a little. Why do we need the classification for a second time, I felt my heartbreak for a million times again.

My caseworker drove me toward the Neko lab, this is where we are born, this is where we get adopted, and this was where rejected Neko are taken back. We walked inside the lab and I still had tears going freely down my face, the caseworker who I never bothered to know her name took me by the hand to the clinic. Our classification is made according to our genetics and since I’m old enough to some questions, to determine my personality.

Good for them that I was deep in my little space crying, my mama doesn’t want me, my foster family was mean to me and the judge said he doesn’t believe I’m a little. They tried to take some blood from me but since they aren’t Ethan my favorite nurse ever I started to scream and cry, I tried to run away but I jumped on my cast which made my leg flare up with pain, making me scream in agony.

The doctor took pity on me and held me while the nurse took some blood, that hurt a lot, she’s mean, I hate her. While crying in the doctor's arms my finger found its way to my mouth, did they ask if anyone bothered to give me a paci of a bottle or anything little related that doesn’t have a princess on it or is pink color? Well no, nobody bothered to ask and the answer is no, nobody gave me anything.

After the blood test another doctor came in, he asked me how I am to which I shrugged what does he expect, I kept my finger in my mouth it gave me comfort, the doctor tried to take my thumb out but I put it right back in sucking on it.

“Olivia can you tell me how you feeling now?” he asks, I just shrug again, I feel abandoned but why would he care. Nobody cares about me, he asked some more random questions.

I was honest with him, I told him I’m scared of the dark, I’m only a fussy eater when they tried to feed me things I don’t like. He asked if I get accidents often, I told him sometimes, when he asked who helps me when I get accidents I told him I help myself, he asked if my mother ever helped me. I told him the truth, my mother used to take care of me but then she just decided to do everything for me, not letting me do or chose anything not even my stuffy. The doctor just nodded and heard me out probably thinking how messed up I am and how no family would take me in.