Post by ~*Snowy*~ on Feb 2, 2009 20:31:12 GMT -5
Mrs. Wheezle stumbled out of the kitchen with a tray of bowls. Each bowl contained a seperate type of food. Fish, cat food, mouse and milk. She also owned a large water trough that got refilled daily.
A slender white tom cat jumped from his ledge on a tree branch once she was safely gone, he liked her, well he didn't not like her so that meant he liked her, right? He didn't show his face around here much but when he did it was around now. Dinner Time. Many cats stuck around here, mostly lazy kittypets that wanted and extra serving of dinner but there ws also the occasional stray that would come for some food. he was one of those strays.
He wasn't always a stray, he had a home at one point, then his owners abandoned him. So he left to become a stray. He guessed it was instinct but it could have been anything, he just suddenly knew he had to hunt for food, and a rough idea of how to. So he hunted mouse and rabbit and occasionally pigeon, but of now it was bowls of food.
He finished the jump from the tree to the ground and padded over to the bowls. He sniffed each bowl seperatly. The sweet smell of the white creamy liquid, that everyone referred to as milk, like the stuff he had as a kit but not as tasty. The next bowl, mouse, he personally thought she had a basement full of dead mice as there was usually two in the bowl. The next bowl. He couldn't even touch the cat food, rotten garbage. The next and last was his favourite, pickled trout. As he licked his mouth he turned and saw a cat standing there. "Hello, I am Josh"
A slender white tom cat jumped from his ledge on a tree branch once she was safely gone, he liked her, well he didn't not like her so that meant he liked her, right? He didn't show his face around here much but when he did it was around now. Dinner Time. Many cats stuck around here, mostly lazy kittypets that wanted and extra serving of dinner but there ws also the occasional stray that would come for some food. he was one of those strays.
He wasn't always a stray, he had a home at one point, then his owners abandoned him. So he left to become a stray. He guessed it was instinct but it could have been anything, he just suddenly knew he had to hunt for food, and a rough idea of how to. So he hunted mouse and rabbit and occasionally pigeon, but of now it was bowls of food.
He finished the jump from the tree to the ground and padded over to the bowls. He sniffed each bowl seperatly. The sweet smell of the white creamy liquid, that everyone referred to as milk, like the stuff he had as a kit but not as tasty. The next bowl, mouse, he personally thought she had a basement full of dead mice as there was usually two in the bowl. The next bowl. He couldn't even touch the cat food, rotten garbage. The next and last was his favourite, pickled trout. As he licked his mouth he turned and saw a cat standing there. "Hello, I am Josh"