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 Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 3:42 pm
Ume steeled herself at the foot of the walk way for one long pause before continuing up the walk to the front door and the door bell.
It was -just- cat sitting, how bad could it be, right? She took a steadying breath remembering the very -very- strange conversation from the bookstore.
Really, that had to have just been a bad day, right? I mean... no one kept a cat if it bothered them -that- much, did they?
She pressed the doorbell lightly and heard it ring inside the house before folding her hands before her and rocking ever so slightly on her heels waiting for the sound of feet or even voices from within, glancing slightly around to get a better look at the house the woman lived in just to get a feel for it.
She'd even been careful not to wear any of her hair pins with long dangles on them. The -last- thing she needed was an under attended cat deciding that her hair ornaments were cat toys.
"It's going to be fine." She assured herself softly and started at last to believe it. Ridiculous how she could waltz though a school day utterly unashamed or bothered and then turn around and bother -herself- quite out of confidence.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 1:46 pm
"Finally!" the older woman huffed to herself as she moved out from the bathroom and into the hallway. Still clutching onto her hand towel, Ursula lifted and finished rubbing it against her face, absorbing the last bit of water that clung to her pale skin.
She'd forgotten about the impending visit, until the girl had called and meekly requested to meet Grendel that evening. Ugh. Ursula had been trying to get ready for a night of good 'ol fashioned couch potato fun with a movie and popcorn, but if it meant getting Grendel out of her hair, she was willing to put up with a minor delay beforehand.
Minor.
"Coming, coming!" She hollered out, her bare feet padding against the flooring as she made her way down the hall towards the front door of her condo. Passing by the living room, she paused to hurl her towel at the sleeping feline. "Get up, Grendel, you lazy thing, she's here!"
Not waiting (or caring) for a response, she once again moved towards the door, quickly whipping it open to expose the long haired student standing on the doorstep.
"Well, come in!" She ordered, one hand on her hip, "Let's get this whole meet'n greet over with!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 4:20 am
"Ah... yes..." Ume ducked in past the woman to stand a few steps inside with a cautious look around. The woman was... energetically commanding.
She seemed not unlike a volcano just short of explosion every time they had spoken. This low level simmer of irritation at how very inconvenient you and everything else was to whatever plans she had. Ume was -trying- to convince herself that the assessment was not a fair one, but was falling short of success by no small degree.
Oh lord please let the cat unlike his owner... was her silent prayer as she hoped that it -might- come out for a peek and not make this some aggressive chase for it's 'introductions' through a strange house.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 3:09 pm
...What on earth was going on now?
He'd been rudely awakened by a still-damp towel falling on his body, and the cat had leapt to his feet with a snarling hiss. "Who's here?" Came the growl, and he stumbled blearily across the back of the couch before he plopped himself down. He'd been about to spitefully doze off again before he heard Ursula snapping orders, and his half-lidded eyes stared towards the door before he gave a great yawn.
Ursula? Having company with a woman? My, this was unheard of... The pudgy cat draped himself over the side of the couch until his weight, aided by gravity, let him drop to the floor. He'd pad at least until where he could peer around the corner, assessing the meek woman rather sleepily. He had no idea what this was all about, really, but curiosity had gotten the best of him; he'd tune in until he grew bored.
After all, this could be useful information to throw in Nealite's face whenever she got too obnoxious...
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 6:15 pm
Ume's eyes lit up when she caught just a glimpse of the cat peering around the corner, handsome of sleepy features.
"Is that him?" She asked, even though she hadn't voiced it there was a tone in her voice that implied she already found him at the very least 'cute'
She wanted to bend down and beckon the cat but there was just -something- about the woman that put her to her most proper and watchful edge so she restrained herself. (so far)
"He's very handsome!" she said with enthusiasm still evident in her tone.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 9:44 pm
If it hadn't been for the fact Ursula didn't give a rat's a** how this girl saw her, decked out in pj pants and a spaghetti strap top, she might have been offended at being overlooked for the fat cat lurking behind her.
Shaking her head, she closed the door behind the girl before moving to return to the living room. She about left the two to their own devices, when she had a second thought over how inappropriate it probably was to let Grendel do the introducing.
Friggin' Guardian cats.
"His name's Grendel," She finally said, leaning up against the back of the couch as her arms folded themselves across her chest. "Little beast."
Propping one foot up, she debated on what she was supposed to say. What did a person tell a catsitter? Ursula never cared for pets before (dirty messy smelly little bastards) so was completely inexperienced in the field.
"So uh... what is it exactly that you need to know?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 1:13 pm
"Oh um, what to feed him, when to feed him, are there places he's not allowed to get onto... Just... little things? I'll brush him and everything, play with him and...um get to know him." She said, what -did- cat sitters do...
She crouched in spite of her misgivings and held out a hand for him to come inspect. "Hey there Grendel! How are you?" She address the cat...just an edge of 'baby talk' in the pitch of her voice... "Did you want to say hello?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 12:39 am
Is that him? Was that what this mysterious woman had just said?Grendel stared blankly as the young, pretty woman knelt down as though to get a better look at him, having enough sense not to touch, and yet still cooing. And then Ursula was introducing him, asking what she needed to know.
Grendel was becoming more confused (and suspicious) by the minute, and Ume's answer only confirmed his worst fear. She'd dragged someone in to treat him like a common animal? Is that what he was supposed to understand? Fur bristling with outrage, the somewhat pudgy cat was distracted from his thoughts of leaping at Ursula by the slender, pale hand offered out to him. Eyes narrowed for a moment, debating, and then he haughtily sauntered forward.
With a loud and obvious purr, the cat brushed himself underneath Ume's hand, settling himself next to her feet while staring blankly at Ursula. Get him a catsitter, would she? Ohh, she'd live to regret that decision till the day she died.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 1:07 pm
She smirked, noticing his hair standing up.
Good. Serves you right, little b*****d, she thought to herself as she watched the younger girl attempt to interact with her rotund Guardian cat. If he wanted to inconvenience her by putting rats in her shoes, then she'd treat him like the cat he was!
"Oh, hm." She murmured, finally paying attention to what the girl had to reply with. "As far as food goes uh... anything in the kitchen would be more than suitable, so you're welcome to let him have anything in the fridge or pantries, as long as it's not my chocolate or alcohol. Every now and then I may get tuna, if it goes on sale. He's not much for the dried stuff."
Reflecting back, it probably would have done him good to have him set on a steady diet of catfood (and saved her own food for herself), but Ursula still couldn't bring herself to shelling out the pretty penny it cost to obtain it.
"He's not allowed in my bedroom anymore, not after the last incident." Cold eyes shot a glare at the pussycat, as she continued, "But can go anywhere else. I leave a window cracked open over near the kitchen, and he usually goes to do his business there, but there's a litterbox near the trashcan in there if he decides he's too lazy to go out."
Ursula was beginning to thoroughly enjoy explaining Grendel's habits as if he were indeed a domesticated feline. She hoped he was hating every moment of it.
"He could probably use the grooming, and maybe a bath now and again. How often did we decide you were going to come by, again?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 1:13 pm
Chocolate? her eyes widened slightly at the idea of feeding that or...Booze to a cat, or even trying but she nodded in agreement, it just... seemed safer. She -also- made a mental note to get tuna since it didn't sound like there was much in the way of cat food here and she had no desire to shock his system by buying the wrong kind.
"Um.. Weekends I think, just for a little, but If it doesn't interfere with school I can be at least a little flexible."
Worst came to worse she could do her homework -here- after all, how bad could cat sitting -be-?
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 9:33 am
Yes, he'd given her that one, single reaction; Grendel was absolutely deadpan now, still rumbling out a purr from time to time as though to remind his new sitter of sorts to pay attention to him rather than Ursula. Really, if she was too cheap to actually force him to eat cat food, why should he be concerned? As far as he cared, it was a chance for him to actually ignore whatever Ursula wanted--less he give away his true identity, of course!
The cat looked very smug indeed as he watched Ursula, suddenly sinking into an exaggerated stretch with a yawn as he brushed himself against Ume's legs, peering up at her face and meowing quietly.
Ears flicked quietly at the mention of a bath (he had no intention of letting that happen peacefully), before Grendel sat down once more, turning his back on Ursula to better try to play the 'look how cute I am!' game at the newcomer. A terror? Him? Never!
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 10:08 am
She found herself growing annoyed with Grendel's obviously lack of irritation at the knowledge he'd been hired a caretaker. Ugh. Well, nevertheless, he'd be out of her hair so she had no reason to complain.
"Weekends sound fine," She stated dismissively, waving one hand as she pushed away from the couch and headed in the other duo's direction. "You can come by at any point from noon to five on Saturday and one to six on Sunday. I'd prefer you only stayed for a couple hours, and if I'm not there, you have my cell phone; more than likely I'll be out and about."
Her hand outstretched itself and began moving the dark haired girl to the door, her foot nudging the cat away from the girl. "I hate to be the dreadful employer, but my show is about to come on, so we shall have to say goodbye for now and you and the little monster can get more friendly another time."
Opening the door, she gave the girl a brief, forced smile, and nodded her head. "Thank you for stopping by.... what was your name, again?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 10:15 am
Well... a dismissal was a dismissal, poor cat, he seemed so sweet for such an... brisk owner.
"Ume... Ume McDougall" She said... and um... I'll swing by on...weekends then" She said trying to at least make her exit polite but making a courteous exit ((and a small wave to the adorable cat)) on her way out.
"Um... enjoy your show!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 4:38 pm
Was that it? Was he done? With a sneer, the cat haughtily got to his feet and whisked himself off, clearly not even going to bother dealing with Ursula after this. Still, he managed to catch his new 'sitter's' name before he went, ears twitching thoughtfully.
Ume McDougall. Well, miss Ume, you would serve a vital role in helping him to annoy Ursula more than ever before! He would ascend annoying and evolve into obnoxious behavior if he must!
But first? Another nap.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 4:46 pm
"Right. Goodbye, Ume!"
With a half-assed smile and a pitiful excuse for a wave, the door was quickly closed on Ume McDougall's face, and Ursula turned around and hightailed it back towards the living room area. She ignored the cat, still irritable at his entire behavior, until she noticed that sneer.
"You try that crap with my shoes again, you little beast, and I swear on the Negaverse I'll get you neutered the same day."
She'd have flipped him off, had she thought it'd do anything. But Grendel was Grendel, and she was done with him for now. As long as he stayed out and off of her belongings, she would be quite satisfied.
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