Dynah Singh fled home at sixteen, no way would she be tied down to some witch or warlock for the rest of her life. Living as a cat was freedom, and she loved it as long as the weather stayed warm and someone left food for her. Then, of course, there was her current predicament - trapped in the pound with yapping dogs and scroungy cats. To add insult to injury, as a black cat which no one wanted, she found herself on death row. If a black cat loving...