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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 1:42 pm
A lovely young female cat walked serenely through the famous vineyards owned by the Fournier's. Her light tan coat gleamed with health in the steady rays of sunlight. No, she was not a stray, but the companion of this wealthy french couple.
Philipe and Lynette Fournier owned extensive property on which they planted vineyards to make wine for their family restaurant. They were a kind, wizened couple that demand perfection from their business. Needless to say, they had worked long and hard to get to this point and were quite worthy of their success.
The longhaired cat stepped lightly into the shade of mature tree and began to groom herself. A sigh of contentment escaped her as she surveyed the property. And to think, thought she, I was born a stray and with nothing. And now, I'm a part of this!
Her name was Charisse. She was found late Christmas Eve wandering the streets of Bordeaux when Monsieur Fournier happened upon her as he made his way home from the restaurant. She was just a kitten then, her mother deceased, her father long gone. "What a lovely Christmas gift you'd make for Lynette! She gets so lonely at home without me." he said to the kitten, scooping her up gently in his arms.
And so, simple as that she was saved from a life of hardship. Though Charisse was a young adult she still found it hard to believe her fortune. She settled herself into the cool grass and rested in contentment. Gently drifting asleep to the sound of insects.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:26 pm
At the same time, Caradoc had managed to wander his way onto the Fournier's property, lured by the lingering aroma of the vineyard and its lush inhabitant greenery. He shifted his head, taking in the sight around him. As a stray, Caradoc hadn't seen something as elegant as the landscape around him, it was only natural for him to be in awe.
Caradoc himself was quite content living the liberated life of his own. He was never too far from where he needed to be, never too lost to ever be found. Afterall, where does a stray cat fit in in a world like ours today? There wasn't too much from his past days that can be recalled by anyone because Caradoc never found it wise to trust anybody with information about himself. He was a traveller, so to speak, so he would never stay in one place for too long. In short, the world was his home...
With the grace that many cats of his age possessed, he slunk his way up a rather proud tree that lay within the vineyard and padded his way down a branch, awe-struck by his surroundings from the view of the tree. Caradoc smirked a bit, thoughts racing through his head and his tail twitched as it got tangled a bit in a bundle of leaves. He flickered it out and looked back out, noticing movement not too far from himself.
Another cat? In my home? Preposterous.
He lowered his body to the level of the sturdy branch and squinted, watching this other cat like a hawk.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 9:22 am
The longhair's ears flitted back and forth occasionally as she lounged in a light nap underneath the shade of a tree. Bees flew seemingly lazy past her, but she knew better. They were on a never ceasing hunt for flower pollen. She smiled to herself, happy she could roam as she pleased, not having a care in the world.
Charisse's eyes opened slightly, letting a little sunlight shine through. Yawning, she stretched fully out, her back legs extended. Pleased with her nap the female looked about herself contentedly. When she noticed another cat looking sourly down at her. At first she jumped back suprised to see him there, then after studying the male she found him non-threatening, said, "Hello, up there." in a kind, sweet-as-honey voice. "Lovely day today, is it not?"
As she awaited his reply, she admired his pristine coat condition; glossy and well-groomed. The color of it must gleam in the sunshine. Charisse thought to herself. I wonder where he is from. He doesn't seem to be lost, yet he must not have a home to be wandering out in the country. Hardly anyone lives out here, but the Fourniers. She flicked her tail, and inhaled the sweet scent of the vineyards. How much I love it here.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 3:55 pm
Caradoc raised an eyebrow skeptically and grinned goofily. Her soft soprano seemed to confuse him and intrigiue him at the same time. The poor boy didn't know what to think at first, he was stricken by her placidity at his presence. Usually, there was some kind of tension between him and anyone he stumbled across which, in turn, caused sparks to fly.
"You could say that." Caradoc chimed in his usual suave tenor. "Tell me, pretty lady, where am I now?"
He looked down to fully comphrehend Charisse's presence and quickly concluded that this was simply a female. Nothing to worry about and no harm in doing a little flirting while around.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 8:47 am
"You, my friend, are in the world-renown vineyards of Mr. and Mrs. Fournier, owners of on of the most popular restaurants in all of Bordeaux." replied Charisse a silky-sounding softness that recalled all the fondness she felt for her owners, her home. That's basically the extent of her thinking. The female is sadly naive about a great deal, especially things that have to do with hunger, filth, and general depravity and destitution.
Her green eyes hovered over the male, and always thinking the best of everyone, she assumed that he was just out for a jaunt. I'm sure he lives a lofty life. Charisse thought to herself. He has such a chivalrous way of speaking. Bringing herself to her feet she said unto him, "Dear, sir. Why don't you come down? Of all people, I should be the least to do you any harm."
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