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Nap time was an important time to Bob, just like eating time and drinking time were too. Every moment where Bob got to do something enjoyable, something for him, it was considered the utmost of important moments for him.

Today’s nap place of choice happened to be amidst one of the local dumpsters, nestled in the alleyway between a restaurant and one of the many retail stores that Destiny City had to offer. He found the place charming, really, but a lot of that charm came from the smell of leftover mexican food that escaped the plethora of trash bags Jose or Juan or Felipe or whatever busboy tossed out into the garbage can. Bob really didn’t care what his name or nationality was, not as long as he got some free half-eaten tacos out of it and some runny guacamole on the side.

There was never telling how much or what sorts of food he’d find when his claw sliced open the garbage bags. Sometimes it was gross as hell, sometimes it was heaven in a trash bag. It was a risk he was willing to take -- but until the afternoon lunch rush was finished and the trash bags found their way into his hole, he would keep himself busy with a nice, lengthy nap atop the various torn and ruined clothing that had found their way into the dumpster from the retail portion of the shops. Some oversized woman busting out of a blouse made for an ample bed - sure, it was a shame that the store lost merchandise but one man’s trash was another cat’s treasure, after all.

He was almost at the point of good, decent sleep when a group of voices had one ear perking up. They sounded like young girls - not like, jailbait young but young enough to not be a couple of soccer moms over drinking themselves before picking Johnny and Susy up from school.

“Bernice, these are not salvageable. Just look at those petals!!!”

There was an indignant huff, presumably from whichever chick was called Bernice.

“We can color over those spots! As long as they sell before they get too old, they’ll still be okay.”

The bickering continued for a few minutes, followed by a rustling sound. Bob was close to peeking his head over the side of the dumpster to either get a better look or to growl at the girls to hush but an array of petals and stems came crashing down on top of the large maine coon before he could do either.

Letting out a yowl, the girls didn’t seem to notice the fact they’d hit an alley cat with their throwaway flowers, Bernice’s friend continuing to chide her loudly on attempting to sell inferior plants as they made their way away from the alley and the dumpster they’d dumped in.

What the hell?

It was like people thought they could use just ANY trash can these days. Who didn’t at least look before they tossed junk out???

Green eyes glared at the flowers as one paw moved up to smooth his offended fur. The flowers were one red but clearly had seen better days, brown spots growing on petals here and there and spreading at a presumably decent speed.

Bob, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, smirked to himself.

One man’s trash is another cat’s treasure, after all…

Leaning over, he collected the stems into a pile and tied them up with various trash particles he found in the dumpster along with the flowers. Sure, they now bore a small tinge of trash smell on them but it was the thought that counted, right?

And who didn’t appreciate a free gift????



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