Abraham flicked his tail in irritation, though he would not show he was upset. "Servant, yes, you. Come open this door for me." Abraham stood and rubbed against the door that would lead him to the outside world. "Yes, this door right here. No, I am not hungry, I want out." He watched as his male servant approached him, when he got close enough the servant scooped him up. "Yes, this is nice and all but I do want out." He kept his voice light and anger free, for they would not let him out if they knew he was angry. "Consider this payment for being such a good servant. Yes? Now do please let me down and out." He felt the male pat him once and put him down. He sat until the door was fully open and stood. He went through his owners legs and gave a slight purr. "This is an early payment. Do let my precious sister out when she wants to join me. Alright? I'll scratch on the door when I want back in." Abraham looked up and saw his owner reach over and grab something off the counter and shove it in a sheath as he and his sister have come to call it. And that something was a cat killer. A gun. Whenever another cat came to instigate and start a fight, his servant protected them. It's been awhile since it's been used. On another cat at least. It's more so used on the half starved foxes that come looking in the gardens for an easy meal. Pitiful creatures. He took his time going outside and waited for the door to shut, and his servant to turn before sprinting across the yard and leaping onto his fence. What would today hold?Disclaimer!
I do not, and never would shoot any animal! Nor would I excuse someone who has done cruel things to an animal! Sadly, there are people who shoot pets for fun, I am not one, nor do I even think of doing so. There are also those who would shoot an animal to protect their animal.
The only reason Abraham has an owner like this is for part of his character! To spice things up, keep things interesting. This is just a piece of work.
