I was 10 and terrified of what was about to happen. My parents, who lived through terrible religious abuse during WW2, prepared us kids for some very horrible days ahead. We were about to be beaten, starved and put in camps similar to Nazi Germany. We were going to be separated from everyone we loved and my mother told me that most likely we would have to eat my beautiful Persian cat Niki.
But, I am happy to report Niki lived to the ripe age of 18, passing away in 1978 and we never had to eat her to survive the Great Tribulation of 1975!!!!!!