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 Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 6:54 am
There were many things in life that Bob enjoyed, but one of the greatest joys he found was in consuming Chinese food. Chicken, beef, pork, it didn't matter the meat. It didn't matter if it included noodles or was nestled on a bed of rice or that there was enough grease dripping from the bottom of any white, square box to give a cat of his size a proper heart attack.
Bob loved Chinese food.
So, it did not come as a surprise to anyone that knew him (which was very slim in the brand new sparkling Destiny City that he now called home) that Bob would be found lurking outside the back door of the local Chinese restaurant.
Time-wise, it was growing late in the evening, maybe an hour or so before the official closing time, when the manager would lock the doors and the remaining workers would begin the cleaning process. The part Bob was especially excited about was, of course, the trash removal.
In only a few short minutes, some poor, overworked employee would hurriedly burst through the back door and sling one or two large trash bags into the dumpster, giving Bob free reign over deciding what scraps his dinner would consist of that evening.
All he had to do was wait.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 1:27 pm
Hadaya was not picky about the food he put in his stomach. He favored, of course, warm and tasty food, preferably with some kind of meat involved, but really he would try anything once. In that way, he was a very adventurous cat, who braved anything when it came to the dinner table. Or the floor, as was a lot easier for him to reach with his stubby legs and poor jumping skills.
That was about the only thing he was brave in, though, and he knew it. Still! It was better than nothing!
Humming to himself, the short legged tub of fluff found himself in one of his favorite areas of town. The restaurants. He followed the most appealing smell this evening, padding his way into an alley where the usual treasure troves of discarded, but still good, food could be found. To his dismay, it seemed another cat had gotten the same idea, and the most alluring smells were indeed coming from a newly deposited cache of chinese food.
Now he was in a pickle. Did he approach and risk incurring the wrath of an angry, hungry alley cat? Or did he leave, starving and weak, and hope he could find another good source of food before he died? It all seemed very bleak, and he sat while he considered, pouting, his ears down and his head sunken a bit into his shoulders.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 3:09 pm
The backdoor to the restaurant opened and Bob instinctively slid himself around the other side of the large, metal dumpster. He didn't know the workers terribly well, so it was easy to assume that he'd be shoo'd and hissed at, should his furry face make an appearance before the trash was deposited in its new home.
As predicted, the worker was far too eager to be rid of the bags than to dawdle. Three large, white bags were haphazardly tossed into the open dumpster before the employee turned around and let the door slam on his way back inside. The back light was still on - maybe to deter burglars? - giving guidance for the large cat to make his way up into the open slot and climb atop the first bag, still slightly poking its plastic self out of the opening.
It was then that he sensed another's presence. There was an itch in the back of his mind, a small bundle of power nearby, but nothing of any magnitude where he'd find himself worrying. The smell, though, he could smell another cat was nearby, though the odor was faint, thanks to the large trash directly in front of him.
Eyes peeked out and around the dumpster, spotting the tubby fellow down the way. He seemed almost neck-less, from the way he was hunched over and frowning. Gah - this wasn't going to be another one of those uncomfortable run-ins, was it?
"If you're here to eat, c'mon then." He called out before nudging the rest of the white bag out of the dumpster, which landed on the gravel alleyway with a loud THUD. "If you're here to chastise me, you're wasting your breath!"
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 5:08 pm
Hadaya frowned at the other cat, wincing when he spoke and fully expecting to be chased off. Instead, he got a much more accessible meal dropped down to him, and he brightened immediately. Now he did not have to jump or climb up onto the dumpster, and embarrass himself in the process!
That was a delight. And a relief.
"Chas... what? Uhm. I was just here to eat!" And not use bigger words than he really understood, if that could be avoided. He offered the other guardian a smile, nodding his head in greeting. He was always nervous around other males, of any species. Generally, he was not aggressive and did not want to make it seem like he was trying to take over anyone's territory.
He would roll over if that helped.
"It just smelled so good. I couldn't help it. I'm Hadaya, by the way! It's nice uhm... to meet you!" Hopefully this one was friendly. The last cat he met in an alley had turned out to be a furry, clawed nightmare.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2016 1:59 am
An eyebrow perked itself up at the cat's explanation for his presence (and then later, his introduction), but Bob said nothing in response. Instead, he moved to once again use his forehead to push the second white garbage bag, driving it forward until half of it dangled outside of the dumpster's opening.
Satisfied, he hopped on top and then over the bag, landing on the first with a less than graceful plop sound. From there, he gazed up at the dangling promise of what seemed to be teriyaki and possibly noodles (judging by the shadowy silhouettes pressed against the inside of the plastic).
"Bob." He gave the cat an acknowledging nod, then drew one paw up to glide a claw across the bag, the sound of plastic ripping echoing through the alleyway. It only took a matter of seconds for the trash to come tumbling out of the bag, a flurry of noodles, napkins, wrappers and random bits of unidentifiable meat making their way out into the open and forming a small mountain beneath the bag's opening.
It was a relief, quite honestly, that this Order cat seemed to be involved only for the food. Leave it to the guys of the faction to figure out the real needs of a cat, Guardian or not. "No need to be sorry, friend. The last run-in with your kind wasn't exactly pleasant so I guess I assumed all of you White Moon types were similar."
Leaning down, his nipped a long noodle from off a soiled napkin and promptly slurped it up. Despite the trash it had been laying among, it still tasted absolutely delicious. "Then again, dames are pretty high strung anyways, know what I mean?"
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