Caged: Science Fiction

She scratched against the cage, but her nails had long since worn down to shreds. Wordless, she snarled against the bars and then flung herself backwards to lie in a sullen heap against the far wall, the one closest to the hold's wall. There, at least, she could feel somewhat protected. Nothing could sneak up on her from behind. She waited for her jailer to return, and she tried to groom back the stray strands of hair to lie flat behind her ears, with no success. She had just begun to get settled for the long wait when something touched her shoulder. She jumped in the air and yelped, spinning around to stare where the touch had come from. A wide-eyed face peered at her from out of the wall. Literally out of the wall. A panel that she hadn't noticed before--and she was amazed that there was anything she hadn't already noted in her six months of confinement--

Inspiration: The cat scratching at the door.
Story Potential: Low. I'm just not very interested in doing yet another feline-alien-race-in-space.
Finished Length: It would be a novel, but it's not going to.
Notes: Feline race, slavers, recruited as a spy, etc. Same old, same old.