11-10-2018, 08:57 AM
The domestic cat moved quickly and quietly. It was something they were used to. Except, they were used to “running away”, not running to something. Oh well. This would make good practice, they supposed. Suddenly, they stopped. They sniffed. Oh, it smelled like it was a border. So, was there a group here? Somewhere like their home town? They could only hope.
It was cold, but at least their sweater kept the warm. And yet, they still jumped when their rear touched the cold ground. Now readied, they sat down again. Not wanting to speak, the domestic cat attempts to mime out what they want. They point to themselves before pointing to the territory the group was nestled in.
It was cold, but at least their sweater kept the warm. And yet, they still jumped when their rear touched the cold ground. Now readied, they sat down again. Not wanting to speak, the domestic cat attempts to mime out what they want. They point to themselves before pointing to the territory the group was nestled in.