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 Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 5:58 pm
He had been outside for several hours. Dusk had turned into night, and he had drifted to sleep, curled up content and warm under the little throw blanket he had brought out with him, the lazy flames from the stone fire-pit beside the patio keeping the air around him warm and comforting.
He wasn't sure what started him awake, probably a crackle of wood in the fireplace, but regardless, he was suddenly awake and momentarily confused at were he was. The tall-lanky teenage rubbed his eyes and blinked away the confusion from his eyes, the strange fire lit landscaping to the familiar setting of his backyard, surrounded by a high security fence, that local cats and birds liked to strut across.
Frowning and rising with a stretch, he fetched his phone from were it had laid discarded on the little patio table and checked the time, momentarily forgetting that he had a fancy new watch on his wrist. Almost 11:30 at night. Well that just didn't seem right.
He flicked the screen to his messages, seeing several missed calls and voice mails, from both his mother and his father. He poked at the screen for a few moments listening to the voice mails.
They were going to be late, don't worry.
Event is running late, your father is making some good work connections for work
Don't worry sweety they were going to be even later
Honey don't wait up, your father was invited to meet a new investor, he flies out tomorrow, you understand. We will wake you up when we get home.
We will probably just stay in town tonight, its almost 11, go to bed honey, tomorrow we will take you somewhere really special and make up for it.
With a sigh Mikhail deleted the messages. He wasn't really upset, he actually did understand. His father spend a good part of his time cultivating proper relationships to further his career, and sometimes an opportunity just could not be missed.
His parents worked hard, and he had had a good life because of it, so he would celebrate his birthday tomorrow, and tonight he would enjoy a heaping plate of spaghetti and a giant splice of birthday cake and enjoy having the house to himself.
He flicked open the lid of the pink box to his birthday cake, and also opened the lid to the pot of spaghetti, still warm due to the heating dish it sat on.
Maybe he would even indulge and eat the cake first.
Decisions decisions.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 6:06 pm
Was that.... was that food? A small pink nose twitched as it was lifted into the night air, smelling wood smoke, damp cement and the faintest whiff of something that was definitely edible... and not in the 'I'm a cat I'll eat anything' way, but in the 'I spent time in a kitchen making this' way.
A smooth jump to the top of a tall fence, no mean feat when you were less than two feet tall yourself, put a silver cat in view of something that made her mouth water. Single human, out late, with something in a pot that smelled VERY good... and for few moments, Ash debated the chances of scoring some of it. Somewhere around her midsection, she felt a distinctive rumble that just reminded her that it had been rather a while since she ate last. WELL. Decision made.
Settling down to sit on the fence, Ash let out a plaintive meow, hoping to draw the attention of the young man in the chair with the delicious smelling food. Better to let him know she was there than chance being down in the yard if he decided he didn't much like her being there.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 4:21 pm
********* cake senses were tingling.
There was a delicious treat nearby, and it had to be located.
Perhaps she should have paid more attention to the other sense that was also going off, but that wasn't nearly as important as a rumbly in her tumbly.
Her approach was not stealthy by any means, for her collar easily livened the dark evening with a cheery jingle.
Clearly, she wasn't the only one out and about at this hour, for the feline cry at a nearby fence announced the presence of another cat. With a cheerful trill of a purr, she trotted over to investigate.
Cats were usually quick to notice food, so this one probably found the source of the cake!
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 2:02 pm
Mikhail was still considering the all consuming moral conundrum of cake before dinner, when a sweet duet of kitty sounds made their way to his ears. He paused, looking around. The soft glow of the garden lighting didn't really illuminate the top of the fence very well, but he could see the dark outline of two furry little shapes, complete with the glowing disks of their eyes that caught the light.
It wasn't like there weren't cats in his area, but most of them were indoor felines that bored house wives to rich, absent lawyers and business men bought to dress up in silly doll dresses and ribbons. Rarely did they ever venture outside of their homes. Mikhail himself had no pets, even though he had asked several times as a young child for one, but it was something that always got put into the back burner as neither of his parents were particularly invested in the idea of a pet.
That didn't deter the tall gangly teenager from his love of critters.
He set the lids down for a moment and considered the kitty shaped silhouettes on top of the fence, before a shy little smile came across his face.
" Here, kitty kitties. " He said, his voice for once free of its nervous stutter ( Its not like there were people around to make him nervous ), though still as kind and gentle as always.
Maybe he wouldn't have to spend his birthday alone after all. Even if his guests might have four paws.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 6:13 am
Ash heard the chirp of a nearby cat, and though the sound was friendly enough, it still made her nervous. She had been a normal cat for a while, still knew how they thought, but now she was something else... Something different. Sometimes normal cats didn't much care for it and she'd been greeted with hissed warnings more than once. Turning turning eyes gone dark with wide pupils towards the source of the sound, Ash watched nervously for the other to approach.
At least, until the boy in the yard far eclxceeded expectations and actually called for the cats on the fence. One last look at the stranger and the burmilla jump from the fence down into the yard and bounced across the grass with her tail raised like a flag of peace. Straight to the boy she went first to acknowledge that he had called her, sleek silver body curling to rub her side against his blanket clad legs.
It was... Nice, to do this again. The burmilla loved being a guardian, loved the new purpose in her life, but sometimes... She missed the bonding with a person she used to have. It was... Just a little lonely out here in the world when you didn't know anyone. But at least she could forget that tonight, surrounded by warmth beside a friendly person.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2014 5:26 pm
The manx cat was far less graceful. She almost seemed to fall off the fence, landing solidly upon her four paws. Her fur puffed up briefly upon impact, but soon enough it soothed itself out as she trotted towards the small gathering.
With cake.
Now that she was closer, it was easier to make out each individual in the group. The cat's star was easier to make out at this distance.
A nearly giggling sound almost seemed to escape the chubbier of the two cats, though it seemed to melt into a purring sound before she also attempted to sweeten the boy's opinion of her with a few rubs up against his ankles.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 5:56 am
Mikhails face cracked into a big happy grin, and he carefully folded his knees below him, lowing himself down into the grass, carefully reaching out to run large dark hands gently across sleek and fluffy fur. The felines twining around his legs had been a instant joy. he loved animals, and he just loved cats, but he had always been denied the experience of a pet, so suddenly having the attentions of two pretty and obviously well cared for pets was a welcome experience. He didn't recognize them so he wonder maybe if there were some new neighbors.
" What pretty little girls. " he said, talking to the cats in a way that most people talk to animals, grinning as one particularly plump little manx made a cute little sneezing/hiccuping/meow. How strange. But adorable. He didn't really know if they were females, its not like he was checking or anything, but he just always sort of defaulted to female pronouns when talking about felines. Sort of like how for dogs an unidentified canine was usually referred to s a boy. Silly. But its how his brain worked. " I wonder who your families are, are you sweeties new to the neighborhood? or were you just drawn here by sketti and a pitcher of milk? "
That's right. He said sketti. They were cats, no judgement from them!
" you know what, Ill even share. Not like anyone else is here. How about it? Little girls hungry? " he asked, still talking sweetly to the gray little kitties, giving gentle scratches to behind their ears.
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2014 11:26 am
Ash gave the Manx a look of askance when she joined her around the boy's ankles, until the flash of a star caught her attention and did wonders for her disposition.
A guardian! How exciting! She thought, reaching out to give the other a nose sniff greeting before large hands descended to stroke and ruffle fur in a very pleasing way. Ash's purr rumbled loud from her throat as she leaned into it, back arching high enough to lift her onto her tip 'toes'. Pointed ears perked at the offer to share food and the Burmilla lifted her head with an interested chirp.
Mmm... this boy is as sweet as he feels. Something different about him, but I can't put my paw on it. The silver cat leaned her side against blanket clad legs and pondered the strange feeling she was getting from the boy, but she was still so new at this... these weird feelings happened more often than she wanted to admit, and all too often she had no idea what to do with them until she suddenly did. Mauvian instincts were weird.
Sliding away, the guardian turned about and jumped up onto his lap with a smooth leap, shoving her face into his with eyes wide and whiskers puffed forward to investigate whatever it was she was getting from him.
"Mmm... food is good, but I'm wondering why you feel odd." She said clearly, more certain now than ever that this might not be someone she needed to play the dumb cat with.
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2014 1:55 pm
While the other Mauvian seemed invested in investigating the unawakened potential in this boy, the chubbier of the pair seemed to slip from the boy's fingers as she began to seek out the lovely smells. Her whiskers were fanned out and her little nose was twitching feverishly as she padded about.
Her momentary companion spoke out, causing the manx to glance back briefly. With another giggle slipping out, she mentioned "That's because you have something for him, silly!" Turning back to her current task of locating the sweet smelling food, she muttered "...come out, come out, wherever you are, Mr. Cakey!"
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