Post by lemurflight on Jan 25, 2015 15:15:42 GMT -5
I'm not sure this belongs here since it is about some of my petz...
The story:
A cat sat atop a fence. She was tall and thin, her fur pale with darker flecks. Her mind was back in her days as a kitten. She recalled sitting on that very fence when she first came outside.
A young tom had wandered nearby. He was small and black and white. He seemed to have no tail, but upon further inspection, his tail was just rather short.
“Who are you?” the tom asked.
“My name’s Yvonne,” the she-cat innocently responded.
He nodded and purred, “I’m Daisuke.”
She looked down at him. “What are you doing here?”
He flicked an ear, “Exploring. You?”
“I live here.”
There was a moment of silence between them and then he jumped up and asked, “You want to play?”
In the present, Yvonne twitched her whiskers. That day had been one of her best. It existed before she was concerned with kittens and breed standard. It happened before she realized the pressure her colony placed on her.
“Yvonne?” a voice came.
She blinked and looked down. Then her ears pricked and her eyes widened in surprise. “Daisuke?”
He prepared to leap onto the fence but she lashed her tail and insisted, “No, don’t come up here!” Instead, she jumped down to him. “What are you doing here?”
He purred, “Exploring.”
She couldn’t help but give a little laugh.
“What about you? I thought I’d never see you again!” he exclaimed.
Yvonne sighed, “I’m not supposed to come out here. I only just snuck out for a minute.”
He tipped his head to the side, “Well, while you’re here, do you wanna play?”
She glanced back at her home, thinking of all the Egyptian Maus who would frown upon such an interaction, and she felt a wave of guilt. But she purred and nodded to her old friend.
~
Two white and black kittens laid with a fluffy queen.
“Momma, tell us how you got us,” Spots mewed. The kitten was larger than her sister. Her white fur had black spots and the top of her head and her ears were black.
The queen licked one of her dark ginger patches before replying, “Are you sure you’re ready for it?”
Snowbird, the smaller kitten with a round head and a little tail, squeaked, “Yes!”
The queen looked to her sister, who was also long-furred and was white with black and dark cream patches, “What do you think Sandy?”
The other queen flicked her tail, “Well, Berry, I think they might be ready for it.”
The kittens’ green eyes widened and they looked from Sandy to Berry with great excitement.
Berry curled her tail around the little ones. “Well, it started before we knew you existed.” She began, “we had our own kittens. But one day, they fell ill. We knew the only thing that could save them was giving them to the humans. So when we approached for our meal, we brought them with us. The humans took the kittens. We assume they made them better, but we don’t know because we never saw them again.”
Sandy added, “We refused to eat from the humans because of that. That’s what led us to the forest.”
Berry continued, “And in the forest we found a stream. That stream was where we found you. The two of you were flailing about, mewling pathetically. You could barely keep your heads above the water. So we dove in and pulled you out.”
“Your eyes were only blue then,” Sandy reminisced, “the two of you were so waterlogged and scrappy we weren’t sure you’d make it.”
“But you did,” Berry purred, “and we’ve been a happy family ever since!”
“Why were we in the stream?” Snowbird asked.
Berry shook her head, “We have no idea. Surely you didn’t get there on your own.”
“So, someone put us there?” Spots inquired.
Berry blinked sadly, “We think so.”
“Who?” Snowbird squeaked in fear.
Sandy came up to the little kitten and gave her a lick around the ear, “We don’t know.”
Silence fell upon the cats. There was a sort of sadness that the little ones had not experienced before, but that the elder pair knew would happen at some point.
Finally, Berry meowed, “Let’s do something fun. Why don’t you two come with us on our walk today?”
Immediately, the kittens brightened and were jumping in their places. They had begged for this moment for many days.
And so, the four cats set out of their nest, a little bush not too far from a human’s home. They walked by the other homes and down what the kittens would learn were sidewalks. They saw cars for the first time, the giant monsters that roared by and filled the air with a terrible reek. They would see humans walking about, some running, some with dogs. The dogs paid them attention, but were attached to their humans and could not leave to bother them.
Then they could scent other cats.
“Who is that?” Snowbird asked, nervousness penetrating her mew.
“Our friend Toes and her sons,” Berry told them.
Sandy added, “No need to be afraid.”
They approached and saw a thin calico. With her was a black kitten and a ginger kitten. And there was another cat too, a tom fluffy like both kittens with ginger fur. He was speaking.
“And then the cats gathered around the edge of the North Pond and cried out to the goddess ‘Meow, meow!’ and that told her what state the world was in and that her creatures were in pain…” the tom trailed away as he saw the newcomers.
“You’re telling that story again, huh, Goldcloud?” Berry purred.
He puffed his chest out proudly, “It is the story of our ancestors!” But then he pointed a paw at the kittens. “Who are they? They don’t look like ours.”
The elder sisters exchanged glances. Sandy shared the news, “Ours grew sick and the humans took them away. We haven’t seen them since. But we found these two drowning and decided to adopt them.”
He wrinkled his nose but said nothing.
The black kitten jumped in front of Snowbird and Spots. “I’m Wolf! And that’s my brother, Fox,” he flicked his tail toward the ginger kitten.
Spots took a step toward him, “I’m Spots, and that’s my sister, Snowbird.”
Snowbird shyly flicked an ear in greeting, but she pressed back against Berry for comfort.
Spots continued talking, “Someone threw us in the river when we were little, but Momma and Auntie saved us and we love them and we’re a happy family!”
Goldcloud snorted, “They say humans throw away kittens they don’t want.”
Spots and Snowbird exchanged glances.
Berry defensively stepped in front of her kittens, “It doesn’t matter where they came from. What matters is that they’re with us now.”
The tom let out a small growl, “Well don’t think I’ll act as their father.”
Sandy let out a snort herself, “We won’t!”
Wolf and Fox looked fascinated. Fox murmured, “Humans?”
Wolf nodded, “They must be pets!”
“We are not!” Spots mewed, “We’re just like you.”
Fox looked to his brother, “Maybe they’re from one of those colonies of breeders.”
Toes laid her tail in front of the toms to get their attention. “That’s enough from you two,” she sternly told them.
_________
If you want to see pictures of the catz, I'll gladly share. I also plan on doing a story about my dogz once I get them sorted out.
I'm very curious about thoughts and opinions. I'm also thinking about doing a video based on this story.
The story:
A cat sat atop a fence. She was tall and thin, her fur pale with darker flecks. Her mind was back in her days as a kitten. She recalled sitting on that very fence when she first came outside.
A young tom had wandered nearby. He was small and black and white. He seemed to have no tail, but upon further inspection, his tail was just rather short.
“Who are you?” the tom asked.
“My name’s Yvonne,” the she-cat innocently responded.
He nodded and purred, “I’m Daisuke.”
She looked down at him. “What are you doing here?”
He flicked an ear, “Exploring. You?”
“I live here.”
There was a moment of silence between them and then he jumped up and asked, “You want to play?”
In the present, Yvonne twitched her whiskers. That day had been one of her best. It existed before she was concerned with kittens and breed standard. It happened before she realized the pressure her colony placed on her.
“Yvonne?” a voice came.
She blinked and looked down. Then her ears pricked and her eyes widened in surprise. “Daisuke?”
He prepared to leap onto the fence but she lashed her tail and insisted, “No, don’t come up here!” Instead, she jumped down to him. “What are you doing here?”
He purred, “Exploring.”
She couldn’t help but give a little laugh.
“What about you? I thought I’d never see you again!” he exclaimed.
Yvonne sighed, “I’m not supposed to come out here. I only just snuck out for a minute.”
He tipped his head to the side, “Well, while you’re here, do you wanna play?”
She glanced back at her home, thinking of all the Egyptian Maus who would frown upon such an interaction, and she felt a wave of guilt. But she purred and nodded to her old friend.
~
Two white and black kittens laid with a fluffy queen.
“Momma, tell us how you got us,” Spots mewed. The kitten was larger than her sister. Her white fur had black spots and the top of her head and her ears were black.
The queen licked one of her dark ginger patches before replying, “Are you sure you’re ready for it?”
Snowbird, the smaller kitten with a round head and a little tail, squeaked, “Yes!”
The queen looked to her sister, who was also long-furred and was white with black and dark cream patches, “What do you think Sandy?”
The other queen flicked her tail, “Well, Berry, I think they might be ready for it.”
The kittens’ green eyes widened and they looked from Sandy to Berry with great excitement.
Berry curled her tail around the little ones. “Well, it started before we knew you existed.” She began, “we had our own kittens. But one day, they fell ill. We knew the only thing that could save them was giving them to the humans. So when we approached for our meal, we brought them with us. The humans took the kittens. We assume they made them better, but we don’t know because we never saw them again.”
Sandy added, “We refused to eat from the humans because of that. That’s what led us to the forest.”
Berry continued, “And in the forest we found a stream. That stream was where we found you. The two of you were flailing about, mewling pathetically. You could barely keep your heads above the water. So we dove in and pulled you out.”
“Your eyes were only blue then,” Sandy reminisced, “the two of you were so waterlogged and scrappy we weren’t sure you’d make it.”
“But you did,” Berry purred, “and we’ve been a happy family ever since!”
“Why were we in the stream?” Snowbird asked.
Berry shook her head, “We have no idea. Surely you didn’t get there on your own.”
“So, someone put us there?” Spots inquired.
Berry blinked sadly, “We think so.”
“Who?” Snowbird squeaked in fear.
Sandy came up to the little kitten and gave her a lick around the ear, “We don’t know.”
Silence fell upon the cats. There was a sort of sadness that the little ones had not experienced before, but that the elder pair knew would happen at some point.
Finally, Berry meowed, “Let’s do something fun. Why don’t you two come with us on our walk today?”
Immediately, the kittens brightened and were jumping in their places. They had begged for this moment for many days.
And so, the four cats set out of their nest, a little bush not too far from a human’s home. They walked by the other homes and down what the kittens would learn were sidewalks. They saw cars for the first time, the giant monsters that roared by and filled the air with a terrible reek. They would see humans walking about, some running, some with dogs. The dogs paid them attention, but were attached to their humans and could not leave to bother them.
Then they could scent other cats.
“Who is that?” Snowbird asked, nervousness penetrating her mew.
“Our friend Toes and her sons,” Berry told them.
Sandy added, “No need to be afraid.”
They approached and saw a thin calico. With her was a black kitten and a ginger kitten. And there was another cat too, a tom fluffy like both kittens with ginger fur. He was speaking.
“And then the cats gathered around the edge of the North Pond and cried out to the goddess ‘Meow, meow!’ and that told her what state the world was in and that her creatures were in pain…” the tom trailed away as he saw the newcomers.
“You’re telling that story again, huh, Goldcloud?” Berry purred.
He puffed his chest out proudly, “It is the story of our ancestors!” But then he pointed a paw at the kittens. “Who are they? They don’t look like ours.”
The elder sisters exchanged glances. Sandy shared the news, “Ours grew sick and the humans took them away. We haven’t seen them since. But we found these two drowning and decided to adopt them.”
He wrinkled his nose but said nothing.
The black kitten jumped in front of Snowbird and Spots. “I’m Wolf! And that’s my brother, Fox,” he flicked his tail toward the ginger kitten.
Spots took a step toward him, “I’m Spots, and that’s my sister, Snowbird.”
Snowbird shyly flicked an ear in greeting, but she pressed back against Berry for comfort.
Spots continued talking, “Someone threw us in the river when we were little, but Momma and Auntie saved us and we love them and we’re a happy family!”
Goldcloud snorted, “They say humans throw away kittens they don’t want.”
Spots and Snowbird exchanged glances.
Berry defensively stepped in front of her kittens, “It doesn’t matter where they came from. What matters is that they’re with us now.”
The tom let out a small growl, “Well don’t think I’ll act as their father.”
Sandy let out a snort herself, “We won’t!”
Wolf and Fox looked fascinated. Fox murmured, “Humans?”
Wolf nodded, “They must be pets!”
“We are not!” Spots mewed, “We’re just like you.”
Fox looked to his brother, “Maybe they’re from one of those colonies of breeders.”
Toes laid her tail in front of the toms to get their attention. “That’s enough from you two,” she sternly told them.
_________
If you want to see pictures of the catz, I'll gladly share. I also plan on doing a story about my dogz once I get them sorted out.
I'm very curious about thoughts and opinions. I'm also thinking about doing a video based on this story.