Post by Pax on Dec 15, 2011 22:47:55 GMT -5
Cat paws on cement, one-two-three, moving like water flowing over the sidewalk as she dodged legs. She liked this place-it smelled of beer and fish, and the salt-and-vinegar sweat smell of bodies, and more beer and dirty river and tarmac. All the good things, and some of the bad, too, but mostly not. Kids, too. Kids were good, she liked kids. They pet and gave her food and giggled when she played with them. The older ones tended to shout and throw things, but not the little ones. They were lovely.
She paused, wrapping her tail neatly around her feet as she waited at the zebra crossing. A horn blared somewhere. The tip flicked ever so slightly, a bare rustling of the long ginger fur as she waited for the light to change.
Red shifted to green and another rushing of feet rolled across the earth. Trotting along the street, the cat had to be careful of the local moggies and mousers-they didn’t like her. Defended their territory to the last stupid breath, those ones, and they never liked her. No skin off her nose, of course, they were dull and dirty things. Not worth her time or her worry; just another Thing to Avoid, like moving cars and big dogs.
Big feet, covered with big shoes and a nasty smell stumble-fumbled, nearly tripping on her tail, in an ungainly shamble down the sidewalk. She yowled in feline indignation, all laid-back ears and floofed-up fur. Git didn't even pause.
Humph. Graceless, uncouth monkey. And that smell! A sharp scent that burned her nose clung to him like fleas on a dog. She sneezed and slunk away, head and tail low. The third time in as many days she'd come across that awful chemical smell, and she still couldn't place it. It was enough to make her want to claw something to bits!
Still. She had more important things to worry about-namely dinner and a place to sleep. The cat continued on her way unfazed, threading her way through the city and the legs of the humans.
She paused, wrapping her tail neatly around her feet as she waited at the zebra crossing. A horn blared somewhere. The tip flicked ever so slightly, a bare rustling of the long ginger fur as she waited for the light to change.
Red shifted to green and another rushing of feet rolled across the earth. Trotting along the street, the cat had to be careful of the local moggies and mousers-they didn’t like her. Defended their territory to the last stupid breath, those ones, and they never liked her. No skin off her nose, of course, they were dull and dirty things. Not worth her time or her worry; just another Thing to Avoid, like moving cars and big dogs.
Big feet, covered with big shoes and a nasty smell stumble-fumbled, nearly tripping on her tail, in an ungainly shamble down the sidewalk. She yowled in feline indignation, all laid-back ears and floofed-up fur. Git didn't even pause.
Humph. Graceless, uncouth monkey. And that smell! A sharp scent that burned her nose clung to him like fleas on a dog. She sneezed and slunk away, head and tail low. The third time in as many days she'd come across that awful chemical smell, and she still couldn't place it. It was enough to make her want to claw something to bits!
Still. She had more important things to worry about-namely dinner and a place to sleep. The cat continued on her way unfazed, threading her way through the city and the legs of the humans.
