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Post by Vespyr on Sept 4, 2011 2:35:39 GMT -8
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The day was warm and it was good. The sun was high in the sky and stroking his fur with its excellent warmth. The ground was warm too, and Fleesh rubbed his body against it comfortably, admiring the high quality of it. This ground was so good that he wanted nothing more than to lie on it for the rest of the day, until the sun went away and the ground became cold and then it was no longer good. But that would not happen for awhile yet. Fleesh was living in the present.
And what a fine present it was to be living in; the day was warm, the sun was warm, the ground was warm and…
His ears perked up as he caught the scent of a female cat nearby, and he lifted his head from the ground. His eye fell upon her, perched like a dainty and delicious bit of bird in a tree across the park. He licked his lips and got to his feet, sauntering over to her tree. He sat nonchalantly at the base of the tree and called up to the lovely lady in his suave way, the way that made all the lovely ladies flock to him. It was a good way, and it worked every time. The lady came down from her tree, enamored by his suaveness and charmed by his rugged-yet-gentlemanly demeanor. Fleesh himself was convinced that it was the eye patch. The ladies just could not resist the eye patch.
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He made love to her in the alleyway across the street, and it was good. Satisfied and proud of himself, he strutted back to the park to resume cherishing his warm, high-quality spot of ground. He flopped himself over onto it. It was so wonderfully warm that he wondered why he ever left it to begin with.
Fleesh may not be killed or stolen.
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Post by Mariska on Sept 4, 2011 12:12:26 GMT -8
The sun beat down on Mariska as she reached for tiny rocks and twigs that had made their way onto the path, stacking them on each other. She had admitted defeat minutes prior and peeled off her red sweater, leaving her white tank top and shoulders exposed to the bright light. Thankfully the park had few people in it, and the girl could enjoy her time there. Now growing fairly bored, she stood up and brushed the hair away from her yellow eyes, choosing instead to stroll along the path she had just been piling rocks on. Her bare feet dodged leaves and seeds as she meandered down the pathway.
A few yards ahead of her she spotted him. An orange cat had sprawled himself out on the sidewalk, taking in the warmth of the sun and flicking his tail playfully. The cat had its eye closed, the other was most likely missing. How did his owner even find such a tiny eye patch? Still, Mariska could not help but interrupt his nap. She approached him as quietly as she could manage, and the cat seemed to not notice her, or if he did he didn't show it. Just a foot away, her shadow now loomed over the cat, blocking out his sunlight. He opened his eye.
"Hello cat."
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 4, 2011 21:48:32 GMT -8
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All of a sudden, he could no longer feel the sun’s good warmth. Fleesh opened his eye, glancing in silence up at the girl who had stolen it from him. He stared up at her, his amber gaze placid but subtly displeased. He did not know this girl, or why she had stolen his sun but he would find out.
Or more likely, he would calmly get up and walk a few steps until he was out of her shadow, and then sit on his haunches. He looked up at her curiously, as she made noise. He recognized the noise as a greeting and lifted his head slightly in his feline manner, returning the greeting by simply acknowledging her existence. She had committed no major offense, merely taken his sunlight for a few moments—but he had it back now, so there was nothing for her to be guilty of.
He continued to stare at her, blinking slowly from time to time as the sun again warmed his fur. He was most pleased by this. But the girl. The girl. He stared at her, yes, for several long moments. He did not know what this girl wanted. He wanted to know what the girl wanted. Perhaps she would want to know what he wanted to know, but he did not know if that was what she wanted or not. He wanted for her to know that he wanted to know what she wanted so he perked his ears in a questioning manner.
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Post by Mariska on Sept 4, 2011 22:03:07 GMT -8
The cat uttered no response to her greeting. Perhaps it didn't know it was impolite to not return a "hello." Mariska then shook this though away. He was a cat. How should he know of human customs. He had moved out of her shadow, once again enjoying the sun, but he waited. Was he waiting for her to leave? For her to sit? For her to speak? "I hope you do not mind if I join you, cat." she said to the feline. Kneeling down, she now was planted onto the warm concrete steps away from the cat. She held out her hand to him, palm up. She wondered if he would take the invitation. She wondered if he would deny her his company. She wondered if she was being silly for thinking a cat was capable of any of these thought processes. He seemed friendly enough. She wasn't greeted with scratching or hissing upon striking up conversation with the cat. He didn't run. She eyed the cat curiously, wondering what he was thinking. She was so terrible at making friends. "I just could use some company."
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 4, 2011 22:33:32 GMT -8
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Fleesh merely observed the girl as she spoke again and then knelt down and offered a hand. He sniffed it, of course, craning his head forward. She smelled vaguely of cheap crafts, grass, rat, and boredom. Not a threat. Okay to ‘talk’ to. He rubbed his muzzle on the palm of her hand in approval, and then he padded over to the top step about a foot away from her, and lay down. The ground was especially warm here, even warmer than the other ground he had been lying on. It was excellent. He did not regret changing spots at all.
His front paws hung over the edge of the step, long claws flexing in and out across the warm surface. He turned his head toward the girl and eyed her with curiosity as she spoke again. He did not understand her words but they sounded lonely. His gaze was not quite sympathetic but he was listening attentively, and she would be able to tell as his ears were perked forward toward her.
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Post by Mariska on Sept 6, 2011 16:36:43 GMT -8
Mariska was pleased the cat took her offering. He rubbed his face against her hand and trotted to the top step with the grace that only cats seemed to possess. The sun was still high in the sky and the cat seemed to approve of his new napping spot on the stairs. The girl once more slowly reached to the cat, this time hoping the cat had approved of her and pet down his back lightly. His fur was soft and warm from both the heat of the day and the heat of the cat himself. They sat in near silence for awhile as the girl pet him, the low hum of his purrs barely audible.
She began to speak once more. "I don't suppose you go to school, do you?" What a silly question. Cats can't even hold pencils, let alone comprehend verbal and written lessons. Still, she was curious. Perhaps he lived on the school grounds, they were not far from here anyhow. "Or if you don't, maybe your owner does?" He had to have an owner. Cats can't put on eyepatches themself. He did look like a bit of an alley cat though. He had a muscular build and was clearly not afraid to be outside. He could probably handle any conflict with other animals himself. "It must be nice to get to be here all day." You are having a conversation with a cat right now. This is ridiculous. And it most definitely was. Still, he was as good a conversational partner as any, and had no real capacity to pass judgement. He was a cat, afterall. She still couldn't help but feel foolish. Why would he be interested in any of her topics even if he could answer them? "I wish I could do this more often."
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 6, 2011 18:44:17 GMT -8
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Girl was reaching toward him, but Fleesh allowed this. He had to turn his face toward her in order to keep a suspicious eye on her, however, because the eye patch was not good at keeping a suspicious eye on someone. In fact the eye patch was really quite useless except for its effect on the lady cats.
So it was pretty useful, after all.
His ears were perked toward her as she spoke, detecting the slightest intonations in her voice, interpreting them. Fleesh recognized a word and reacted accordingly to show the girl that he understood; it was the word that meant lots of people who were truly bothersome, all in one place. It was not a good word. The cat appeared to roll his eye at it, which would at best translate to a ‘no’.
The third of her noise phrases had a different tone to it; it was better and contained no unpleasant words that he recognized. He could do nothing but agree with her, and he did so by purring quietly. Or maybe he was enjoying the stroking of his fur. It was warm. Warm was good.
The next thing she said sounded wishful, so Fleesh responded by laying his head on his paws calmly and giving a wishful-sounding feline sigh. His single amber eye was fixed on a crow pecking about across the park. He wished he could have that bird. That was a good-looking bird. He would very much like to have that good bird and give it to his mistress later on. She would also think it was good, and would reward him with soup that tasted like blood. He licked his lips.
And then he remembered the girl, and glanced back at her. Yes, he was still paying attention. He had very much attention. He had so much attention that he could pay it to more than one thing at a time, in fact. Because that is a thing cats do.
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