Post by Alfie on Aug 24, 2015 2:21:18 GMT -6
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Okay. So maybe leaving the house today hadn't exactly been the best idea. Alfie had a good alibi though.
The gosh darn chicken.
No, not the nice chopped-up meat-chicken that Alfie's man-flesh owner would put into his HORRID cat pellets every once in awhile (which was certainly not often enough). No, this was the sort of COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY EVIL chicken that had taken up residence in Alfie's home. Seriously, the tabby was pretty much completely convinced that it wasn't even a chicken; it was probably an evil demon that had taken residence in a chicken's feathery body so it could hide from the stupid two-legs.
Anyway, there was an evil chicken in Alfie's house and he couldn't kill it because it belonged to his owner's loud green-headfurred friend. So, in stead of chicken slaughter, the kittypet did the next best thing-- he escaped the house for the night in an attempt to ride his brain of the gosh awful squawking.
He had left right before sundown, meaning his owner was already passed for the night because the poor male had horrible sleeping habits. After a few hours of "adventuring", as he called it, Alfie had stumbled upon an area he had been meaning to scope out; the canyon. Not that he had heard much about the place before, but from what he remembered it sounded pretty interesting. Thinking back on it, it was probably his his lack of solid information on the place that landed Alfie in his current mess.
He had been trotting aimlessly around the dusty grounds (which were still warmed from the heat of the day even though the sun had long set) trying to make-out were he was with the little light visible. Eventually he got tired, and figured heading back to sleep under the vile chicken's rule might not be that bad.
Sadly, the universe had other plans for him.
A strange yowl had caught on his ears; not a dog, but very close. Alfie had heard of them before, coyote's he believed they were called, and although he had never been out late enough to catch a glimpse of one before he was less than eager to find out now.
Without waiting to hear if a second howl followed the first the dark ginger tom bolted off away from the town, not bothering to watch were he was going. Which was a vital mistake, of course, since he was running near a canyon. He hadn't really taken that into consideration though, which is why he was so surprised when his front paws came into contact with, well, nothing. Frantic, the tabby turned around, contorting his body into an almost "U" shape as he tried to grab onto the edge of the gorge. Luckily his unsheathed claws managed to get anchor into some rock before he could plummet to the bottom of the canyon. Yet, the quick turn had sent the lower half of his body off the support of the ground and into the air, dragging him down towards the bottom of the gorge, which looked almost unending in the darkness.
And that is where Alfie is now. Yowling for help while trying to pull himself up and out of the canyon. What fun.
The gosh darn chicken.
No, not the nice chopped-up meat-chicken that Alfie's man-flesh owner would put into his HORRID cat pellets every once in awhile (which was certainly not often enough). No, this was the sort of COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY EVIL chicken that had taken up residence in Alfie's home. Seriously, the tabby was pretty much completely convinced that it wasn't even a chicken; it was probably an evil demon that had taken residence in a chicken's feathery body so it could hide from the stupid two-legs.
Anyway, there was an evil chicken in Alfie's house and he couldn't kill it because it belonged to his owner's loud green-headfurred friend. So, in stead of chicken slaughter, the kittypet did the next best thing-- he escaped the house for the night in an attempt to ride his brain of the gosh awful squawking.
He had left right before sundown, meaning his owner was already passed for the night because the poor male had horrible sleeping habits. After a few hours of "adventuring", as he called it, Alfie had stumbled upon an area he had been meaning to scope out; the canyon. Not that he had heard much about the place before, but from what he remembered it sounded pretty interesting. Thinking back on it, it was probably his his lack of solid information on the place that landed Alfie in his current mess.
He had been trotting aimlessly around the dusty grounds (which were still warmed from the heat of the day even though the sun had long set) trying to make-out were he was with the little light visible. Eventually he got tired, and figured heading back to sleep under the vile chicken's rule might not be that bad.
Sadly, the universe had other plans for him.
A strange yowl had caught on his ears; not a dog, but very close. Alfie had heard of them before, coyote's he believed they were called, and although he had never been out late enough to catch a glimpse of one before he was less than eager to find out now.
Without waiting to hear if a second howl followed the first the dark ginger tom bolted off away from the town, not bothering to watch were he was going. Which was a vital mistake, of course, since he was running near a canyon. He hadn't really taken that into consideration though, which is why he was so surprised when his front paws came into contact with, well, nothing. Frantic, the tabby turned around, contorting his body into an almost "U" shape as he tried to grab onto the edge of the gorge. Luckily his unsheathed claws managed to get anchor into some rock before he could plummet to the bottom of the canyon. Yet, the quick turn had sent the lower half of his body off the support of the ground and into the air, dragging him down towards the bottom of the gorge, which looked almost unending in the darkness.
And that is where Alfie is now. Yowling for help while trying to pull himself up and out of the canyon. What fun.
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again, sorry this is so late ;^; and long, like seriously what even is this
XXX
