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 Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 12:11 pm
 It was quite obvious by the explanding girth of her stomach that she was enjoying the life of a house cat; maybe a little TOO much. When was the last time she left the house- or the couch none the less; Oh look it's one of my toy mice! She lept off the couch with a thud. Then racing forward lept onto it like a fat cat would then rolled over several times gnawing on it's little plastic head like it would actully do any damage to it.
Bored... She then lept off of it apparently inheriting her masters ADHD. Sometimes she missed being a stray. The long nights under the stars. The fresh bird kills. Ah but then she remebered the fights with the other cats. Her nose gave a small wiggle. Well at least it didn't sting as much as before- and it was hardly noticable.
Ah what the hell! She went over to a portion of the wall, looked back and forth then moved some of the drywall then went to wedging her fat backend threw the whole. I really need to lay off those treats. But she finally managed to pull it threw rolling out onto the driveway for a few inches.
Oh it was good to be free again...
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 12:48 pm
 Weylyn wasn't a house cat. He was a cat who lived on the streets and sought after any kind of fun and food he could get. He was walking along the fence in a fancy looking neighborhood today, contemplating raiding their trashcans for a little bit of a snack. Of course, Mir wouldn't like that, but she didn't have to know, did she? No.
Blue eyes blinking, his ears turned as he heard crunching of a gravel driveway and grinned when he saw a rolling fat cat. This is why he was glad he was on the streets. He wouldn't ever get that fat. Sure, he was heavy, but he was a naturally HUGE cat to begin with, not to mention fluffy. The Maine Coon jumped down and padded over to her, tilting his head to the side at the sight of her collar. Oh, it had a bell! How... girlie. "Hey there, house pet!"
He wasn't trying to be insulting. On the contrary. Despite her weight, this feline was very, very pretty. And obviously a female. Weylyn wasn't one to hurt a female's feelings. "The day just got a whole lot more beautiful since you escaped your house. What brings you out here, sweet one?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 1:02 pm
She laid there for awhile in her backwards position, until she heard a sound much like a voice and scrambled to her paws trying to figure out where it had come from. But that was an easy task since it seamed the cat had settled out infront of her. He was HUGE. Even bigger then herself- but not by much. Stupid cat treats... She shook her head inwardly. She needed to go on a diet. She blamed it on the fact that her name was based off a killer whale. It went to her head- at least that was her excuse and she was sticking to it.
"Well your a nice looking cat youself dearie." She let out a poliet mew. Then gave him another once over. Was she the only house pet on her block? This poor cat didn't have a collar either. She sat on her bum infront of him with another swish of her tail. Why was she out of her house again? "Oh I'm out here for an adventure...my plastic mice are nice- but when the humans arn't home well the mice don't er move...I think they might be 'magical' the way they come back to life." She stopped talking feeling stupid. Magic didn't exist. Every smart cat knew that.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 6:10 am
Plastic.... mice? OH. He used to have those back when he lived with his human. That's right. Most house cats had some kind of toys to keep them occupied. Laughing a bit, the Maine Coon stayed where he was, standing, tail sweeping behind him in a happy little wiggle, ears twitching to background noises. "They're not magic! Don't worry, though, your humans'll make them go again. ....If they're the same kind I had way back when." The kind he was talking about; the mice had a little wheel on the bottom. The humans hit a switch and the mice came to 'life' running around, squeaking and sometimes glowing.
"An adventure you say? Well, house pet, we can go on an adventure. An adventure of love," he waggled his brows before giving her a wink and a laugh. "I kid! But seriously, is there an adventure around these parts? Seems kinda boring compared to some of the places I've been.."
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