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Elinor had been poised on top of a couple small crates, ready to spring into action. She really wasn't terribly hungry, having recently braved the rains to beg cutely at the back of a small japanese resterant. It had been her experiance that, wiether human or not, females could get whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted. It was something about the attitude, she imagined. THey had given her some scrap sushi fish, and a small saucer of milk and she thought that she would have to make that a regular stopping point from now on.

She started to lightly jump, and at the last moment, kicked her back legs against the crates, rocketing herself down at the poor, helpless mouse, with no remorse.

As her paws came in contact with a scull, she scoweled as she realized it was much LARGER than would be expected from a bitty mouse.

Crap.

Sitting back on her haunches, Elinor lifted her right paw to her mouth and ran her rough tongue over it, as though she were cleaning off the touch of the stranger. She stared at him with her icey blue eyes.

"Well, if you were a better hunter, maybe it wouldn't have," she said in a rather flat tone.

Way to win friends and influence people, there.

"Huh. I would think that'd make you...more agressive." The last two words were said in a higher tone, as though she were mocking him, but...not quite. "I fail to see how your ineptitude is my fault at all."

Elinor wasn't one to take the blame. Sure, she had pounced his head, but she really didn't see how that was a factor. Not at all. One might call her a little delusional.

She rolled her pretty blue eyes. Did he just call her fat?? "What do I need a human for? I do well enough on my own, thank you. And just because you're under fed and scrawny, doesn't mean I'm over fed. This is what a pretty, normal cat is supposed to look like." She ended her sentence with a bit of a 'humph', as if to say 'so there!'

"Kittens?" she asked, her voice raising to a shrilled mew. "I'm a lady, not a little baby."

Elinor narrowed her eyes. "FALL on? I did no such thing!" What an annoying little jerk, suggesting that she had FALLEN off of a crate. "I'm more graceful than...than..." she couldn't really think of anything graceful to compare herself too. "Well, than most others, anyway." She flicked her tail and turned her pale face away.

"I get fed because I'm not scared of a little rain." She flipped her tail in the other direction, which flicked off some waterdroplets, trying to illustrate her point.

Elinor considered briefly giving him a false name, or even not returning the niceity of telling him hers at all.

"I'm Elinor," she said. One of the old ladies on the park bench was always saying it, and she thought it had sounded like a pretty word and so had adopted it as her own.

"Maybe you don't know where to go, to find the humans who go outside?" There were places, she had heard them called 'resterants' by the humans, were they were always going in and out and there always seemed to be food laying about the dumpsters.