room. The [sloth whose arm Anna had taken] was in one kennel. Two other cats and a dog were in kennels, too. The third dog was lying [to himself if he thought that his new haircut didn’t make him look like a washed up daytime talkshow host.] There had been three dogs[, three cats, and one sloth] in the kennel room that day. Now, [Pam saw only two cats, three cats, and the resentful sloth. She let out a sigh of relief]. The black cat was missing[, hopefully burned to a crisp like neglected bagel bites in a toaster oven.] Anna felt a [coldness that she had never before experienced]. What had happened to [her after she collapsed?] she wondered. Did [she] die in the fire? [Was this the afterlife? If so, the afterlife was really shitty. She tapped her sloth claws on the table in front of her rhythmically and pondered the consequences of her own existence as she had never done before. Pam, looking at her from across the room, was doing the same.] #DetectivePony #TransDayOfVisibility