Post by Twoleg Nests on Sept 23, 2008 20:33:46 GMT -5
A soft scrabbling could be heard on the back of a fence as two paws quivered, claws extended into the wood of the fence. A rather large (some would say 'fat') tom heaved himself up onto the top, breathing heavily.
"Why I'm even out in this weather," he meowed to himself. "Snow everywhere. It's enough to drive a cat to eating dry food! Those dumb Twolegs, thinking I don't need to be inside. Fluffy warm fur my fluffy behind."
He turned and glared at his house, then turned his back on it. He gazed out away from his house, out towards the distant lake to his left and the forest beyond that. Those Clan cats out there, they must not be having fun at this point. The slick, wet snow, the freezing temperatures. He almost felt sorry for them, except they had chosen their life. Their loss. With a perfectly good Twoleg community here, they could have a nice warm home the second they pleased. But nope. They were stubborn, dimwitted, barbaric.
No like Butterball. He was intelligent.
"Why I'm even out in this weather," he meowed to himself. "Snow everywhere. It's enough to drive a cat to eating dry food! Those dumb Twolegs, thinking I don't need to be inside. Fluffy warm fur my fluffy behind."
He turned and glared at his house, then turned his back on it. He gazed out away from his house, out towards the distant lake to his left and the forest beyond that. Those Clan cats out there, they must not be having fun at this point. The slick, wet snow, the freezing temperatures. He almost felt sorry for them, except they had chosen their life. Their loss. With a perfectly good Twoleg community here, they could have a nice warm home the second they pleased. But nope. They were stubborn, dimwitted, barbaric.
No like Butterball. He was intelligent.