Post by Dewdrop on Oct 29, 2009 6:20:29 GMT -5
"Whiskers! Whiskers!"
A small cat narrowed her eyes. She had always hated that name. Those twolegs thought they owned her, thought they had the right to choose her name. Pah. She had her own name; Dainty. Whiskers didn't compare to that name.
"Whiskers! Whiskers!"
There it was again. They wanted to control her, to keep her in that house. She ran away from the house, feeling a sudden urge to get away, to escape. She stopped when she couldn't hear the calling anymore.
Dainty shook her head and looked back over her shoulder. No looking back; no regrets,she thought determinedly. She sat down and licked her paw thoughtfully. Where to go? What to do? She thought of her mother; a fat cat who could barely lift herself to the food bowl.
Then she remembered something her mother had told her about; a forest, full of cats. Wild, vicious cats who fought for food and had groups or something like that. But, they were strong enough to provide her with food and she wouldn't end up like her mother that way.
Yes, Dainty was sure she could manipulate them to do things her way. She could make friends with the one with the most influence, get them to order the others to do things for her. But, where was this forest of cats?
Dainty peered around her. She could see a lake and around it was a forest. Was this what her mother had told her about? It must be; she couldn't see anywhere else. Besides, there was bound to be prey even if there was no one else.
So, Dainty set off for the lake.
A small cat narrowed her eyes. She had always hated that name. Those twolegs thought they owned her, thought they had the right to choose her name. Pah. She had her own name; Dainty. Whiskers didn't compare to that name.
"Whiskers! Whiskers!"
There it was again. They wanted to control her, to keep her in that house. She ran away from the house, feeling a sudden urge to get away, to escape. She stopped when she couldn't hear the calling anymore.
Dainty shook her head and looked back over her shoulder. No looking back; no regrets,she thought determinedly. She sat down and licked her paw thoughtfully. Where to go? What to do? She thought of her mother; a fat cat who could barely lift herself to the food bowl.
Then she remembered something her mother had told her about; a forest, full of cats. Wild, vicious cats who fought for food and had groups or something like that. But, they were strong enough to provide her with food and she wouldn't end up like her mother that way.
Yes, Dainty was sure she could manipulate them to do things her way. She could make friends with the one with the most influence, get them to order the others to do things for her. But, where was this forest of cats?
Dainty peered around her. She could see a lake and around it was a forest. Was this what her mother had told her about? It must be; she couldn't see anywhere else. Besides, there was bound to be prey even if there was no one else.
So, Dainty set off for the lake.
