He had claimed a room found behind that boarded up hole. It had taken more work then it should have what with the robokitty riding and everything but he had a room. A room to call his own. A room he could do whatever he wanted in it. His room. And what he wanted was a home theater. A full wall screen, projector if possible, surround sound. A built in case for the dvds, movies, and game systems… yes plural. A cat tower, tall one, like floor to ceiling with many places to lounge and nap. A mini fridge and microwave wouldn’t be turned away either. Oh and pillows, fluffy pillows and blankets to nest in if one wasn’t in the cat tree.
Mel had all these grand ideas but forgot one, well two, very important things. The first… he had no hands! He couldn’t build s**t. It was hard enough cleaning anything beyond the floor. Building a decked out room? Forget it. The second was that he had no money. He had no money and no way of getting any. It never occurred to him to ask Siti, his girl, to loan him the cash. Even if he did Mel wasn’t likely to do so. He might not be the brightest lightbulb in the crayon drawer but he knew that his ‘dream’ room wouldn’t be cheap.
It really didn’t matter anyway, the guardian wouldn’t build s**t in the room or the hallway until it was clean. What was the point of having an epic little hidey hole if it was dirty as hell. So that's what he was currently doing, cleaning. Singing out loud a random song the savannah screeched along the floor, his front paws sliding on a damp rag. It should have been more of a run, like those kids in the animes cleaning a dojo’s floor, but Mel was pretty much bobbing along to his song. His tail swishing and his butt hopping. He wasn’t really concerned with how he looked or even how fast it was getting done. He was just having fun.
