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 Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 1:43 pm
Bored with his everyday haunts, Bob had decided to spend his Tuesday morning trolling around several new, different neighborhoods in Destiny City. The first had proven to be a bust when a couple loose dogs had chased him right on out, but this second one had seemed more appealing. More... classy, if you would.
The houses all had long driveways while the yards remained immaculate. It didn't take a genius to know he'd made his way into a richer part of town - perhaps richer people had a finer taste when it came to spoiling stray kitty-cats?
Either way, it was curing his boredom as Bob began to rummage his way through a particularly savory looking trash bin, outside a large home that seemed to boast "LOOK AT ME, I'M HUGE" like some desperate jock. Family was probably a bunch of WASPs, if Bob had to guess.
Knocking over the trash bin was easy enough, garbage spreading out and around the side of the road as he dove into the glorious mess.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 1:50 pm
Theodore had been snoozing on a cushion in the front room of the house. It sat upon a nice window sill that allowed plenty of sunlight to warm his dark, chocolatey fur. He had been snoozing, enjoying his catnap with his top hat a little crooked on his head when movement outside of the house caught his attention, ears twitching when he heard something crash loudly outside.
Immediately he sprang to his tiny pawed feet and blinked bleary, trying to shake the sleep from his eyes.
Scampering to the window, he pressed his furry face against it, rosy eyes darting this way and that before he spotted the large, fluffy tail of the orange colored intruder.
Wait.
Wait...was that the cat from the meeting?!
Hisses ready on his tongue, Theodore had hopped off his perch and hurried to the cat door that allowed him outside. The same one that Prissy had insisted Chase make more dog sized so he wouldn't risk knocking his hat off. His senshi was the best.
Spitting hisses when he came upon the larger cat, his eyes were narrowed. "We don't allow strays here."
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2017 2:06 pm
His large, furry head jerked around as he heard the snooty little voice fussing at him, although the words were all garbled up thanks to orange ears being dunked among the gross remains of whatever the family had eaten the night prior. Chinese, from the look of things.
He'd heard the word "strays" and that was all he needed to know to figure out that he was unwanted. Bob might have even possibly agreed to making his way out of the neighborhood.... until he saw the voice's owner.
Standing in all of his short, top hat glory, was the ball of snobbish fluff that he'd seen at the silly NegaCat meeting that whatshisname had hosted the month prior. Or was it earlier that month?
He didn't care to remember.
At the same time, if Snooty McSnooty was yelling at him from the driveway of this huge place... did that mean he belonged to whoever was in there?
This could be interesting.
"Well hey there, friend," Bob said jovially as he backwalked himself out of the trash pile, taking a moment to shake off any and all debris that might have clung to his fur. He pointedly chose to ignore the strays comment, moving on, "Didn't realize you lived around here. This your place?"
Without giving him a moment to answer, the large ginger puss strolled right on by the tiny pink and black cat, ambling his way towards the mansion in the distance.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 10:37 am
Telling the maine coon to get lost had backfired on him. Instead, the large orange cat was stalking towards him.
No. No. Bad, this was bad.
His little kitty mind was screaming abort, abort but his pride kept him in place. His little head was held high as he made his way down the driveway, pink eyes narrowed at the intruder.
"It's certainly not yours." He replied with a clipped tone. The other cat was at least twice his size, with Theodore at the height of the cat sizes his high-end breed was known for, and it was mildly intimidating. Still, the Persian thought that he was better than the unkempt stray and that was all that mattered.
Unfortunately, said stray seemed content to stride past him like he was nothing and made to look like he was attempting to get into his house.
How dare he.
"Where do you think you're going?" He snapped, darting forward and chomping down on the coon's tail.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 11:06 am
The shrill question made him grin, his face already hidden from the other cat as he'd bypassed the other Mauvian, showing him his furry backside as he made his way towards the large estate. Which, in hindsight, had been a big mistake.
Bob hadn't expected the furry little twit to be anything more than verbally aggressive, so when tiny teeth clamped down on his tail, the large cat let out a startled yowl and jerked his way around nearly the entire one hundred and eighty degrees turnaround, instinctively swatting out his paw towards the other, clearly territorial cat. He wasn't aiming for anything in particular, other than towards the cat in an effort to get him off of his freakin' tail!
"What the hell, Snooty! Get OFF!"
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 2:36 pm
It didn't matter that Bob was bigger than him or that he now had disgusting stray hair on his tongue. There was an intruder on his territory and he already had to put up with two other annoying cats.
He wasn't going to put up with one that didn't belong to his senshi or her jerkface boyfriend who didn't deserve her.
In fact, when the larger cat spun in a half circle, Theodore jumped, clamping down harder on the part of tail that he'd gotten and scrambled with his tiny legs to follow after the spinning cat.
A swatting paw caught the heel of his hind-leg and he let go, yowling as he turned and hissed, hair standing up. Claws were out and he was swatting at Bob's butt.
"Get out. You're not welcome here."
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 3:30 pm
The larger cat let out another hiss, swinging his own paw out in warning as the smaller cat (who looked ridiculous wearing a bow tie and hat while spitting, for the record). The noise curling up from within him was a warning one, the orange cat backing away... which led him even further towards the house. His tail remained tucked under, the fluffy thing now aching from the deep bite thanks to Snooty McSnoot.
Upon realizing where he was headed, he took a glance back, then returned his gaze to the small Persian, the grimace turning into a wicked grin.
"What's that? I'm welcome to come here? Thanks, buddy."
His nose wrinkled as the cat's claw made contact with his hind leg, but it did little to stop the large feline from taking off in the direction of the house - and the door to the side. If the little cat had managed to make his way out of the house, then surely there must be a way in.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2017 10:11 am
Theodore wished that he was still biting down on the fat cat's tail until he ran off but instead, the intruder was making a beeline for his house. His house.
No way in Dia's sweet name was he going to allow that filthy rat into his home!
Theodore didn't think twice before little paws were scrambling after the maine coon before he was launching himself into the air and onto Bob's back, claws extended to dig into the cat's back.
"I don't think so." He snapped, little maw snapping at whatever he could get a purchase of. "Trash isn't allowed here."
Yeah, snooty cat went there.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2017 11:59 am
Okay, so the little dude was clearly way more than just territorial. He was crazy - obsessive - over Bob not making his way into his not-so-humble abode. He was behaving like one of those yippy attack dogs as opposed to the distinguished looking cat he appeared to be pretending to be.
As all six or seven pounds of the smaller tom cat sprung upon his back, Bob felt the claws burying themselves into his skin and he let out another long hiss. Snooty was going to fight tooth and claw to ensure the large Maine Coon didn't go near his place, which only made the ginger tom want to see his task through - not because he wanted to investigate the house, but to piss off this annoying little runt of a cat.
Instead, he now had a black and pink tumor clinging to his back hairs.
Growling, Bob did the only thing he could think of: he flopped to the ground and immediately attempted to roll onto his back.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2017 1:31 pm
Theodore's hat slid and thumped against one of his ears as he tried his best to ward of this stinky stray that had the audacity to encroach on his territory. They were probably a sight to any human that wandered by, a cat in a top hat having pounced on a much larger one wearing a ratty tie...
Then again, Destiny City sure saw some strange sights!
Trying to scramble up, before the beast flopped onto his side-
WAS HE TRYING TO ROLL ON TOP OF HIM?!
Oh Dia no!!!!
Detaching himself, Theodore sprang back with a loud, angry hiss before he was darting forward and trying to bap at the cat's nose.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 1:23 am
Enough was enough.
Arching his back, orange hair began to bristle, increasing the already massive size of the large Maine Coon.
His lips curled back, exposing his own set of sharp fangs as green eyes narrowed. The small paw of his adversary swiped across his wet, little nose and he swatted back instinctively.
If this shrimp wanted to fight, he’d get himself a fight, alright.
“Alright, small fry, let's see what you've got.”
The fact that Bob was nearly three times his weight played in the ginger’s favor and the larger feline darted forward, his defensive stance quickly morphing into an offensive one. With a push off of his back paws, the Mauvian launched himself directly at the smaller Guardian.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 7:35 am
The bristling was concerning, but little Theodore, who had backed up a bit as if it would help him brace for the inevitable, refused to back down. This was his home and he was going to defend it against this ugly mug of a cat.
Bob's paw had already caught his shoulder to his dismay and now the ugly thing was charging at him?
Theodore did the only thing he could think of as he was rushed at and it was to jump, maybe latch himself to the maine coon's face. Either way, he was getting attached to some sort of body part, hisses running freely as his teeth snapped.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 8:01 am
As claws gripped hold of his furry, fluffy cheeks, Bob let out a shrill howl as he twisted and jerked his head around madly. The little furball had decided to aim for his face, this time, as opposed to his back and the pain was excruciatingly more unbearable.
He rose back on his haunches as front paws moved up to bat and swat at the dangling cat, Bob's own hissing adding in to Theodore's, making it sound like there was a driveway full of snakes at that point.
Tail thrashing left and right, teeth bit back as he felt the cat's mouth close in around one of his sensitive ears. Finding himself off balance, the large cat tumbled backwards, taking the smaller cat with him along the way.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 8:30 am
This had turned out to be a bad idea, but then again, pretty much the entire thing had been a bad idea.
Yet. Here he was, half dangling off of a much larger cat's face as paws batted at his fluffy body. His hind legs scrambled to kick back, entire body swinging before Bob went back and took him down with him.
At first, Theodore landed atop the soft underbelly of the orange tomcat. Then he somehow bounced off and onto the side, rolling to a top with his hat springing off and flying away from him.
No!
Not the hat!
He tried to scramble after it, but his tired body didn't want to cooperate and he laid there in half defeat.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 9:12 am
It didn't take much to overpower the tiny black cat, orange paws stepping over the splayed body. Tilting down, the Mauvian snatched up the tiny striped hat within his jaws and sat proud - almost triumphantly - as it flapped and dangled from his mouth.
"Your hat or your house, Theodore."
The words were muffled by the fabric still shoved in his mouth, the tall cat clearly leaving the pink and black cat with an ultimatum of his own.
"What's it gonna be?"
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