Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 21:45:50 GMT -6
my hands, they're strong
but my knees were far too weak
too stand in your arms,
It was as though these strange two-legged creatures had taken over the whole world, imprisoning cats and mammals alike to live as their minions. Minions of which were classed as pets. And the second you managed to run away and don't return, they put up wanted pictures of you all over the place until some other twoleg picks you up by the scruff in its grubby mitts and takes you 'home' again. Unfortunately, there were few cats that looked identical to Nyara, so it had always been impossible to get away as she'd stand out like a sore thumb amongst the tabbies and tortoiseshells roaming the place, acting like they're all 'this.' It had been ages living in that disgusting place, a time that twolegs would call months. Now she waltzed freely along the alleyways of a completely different twolegplace. Though she didn't live here, by gosh no, she just liked to come here and meet other cats, and lounge around in what twolegs called a park.without falling to your feet
The tabby ocicat cross was there already actually, laying curled up on the stone statue in the middle of the pond like water feature. It was a rather tranquil spot as a feline had to swim across the deeper than expected water to reach the stair like levels that led to the platform of which she lay. It was quite a comfortable spot to rest, as the stone had absorbed the warmth of the sun to this point, yet now the shade had swept over her little spot so it wasn't glaring with fiery eyes at her pure silky coat. It seemed as though this 'stray' kitty wasn't the only one seeking some relaxation. As she opened her silver lilac eyes, she noted a tom laying under the forgiving shade of a tree. Peering at him from over her black ringed tail, she noticed he had a kitty pet scarf around his neck, though he didn't really have the figure or appearance of such. She knew from experience that most kittypets were rather plump and well groomed with collars around their necks and twoleg stench fallowing them more persistently then their own shadows. If the other approached, she would speak to him, if not, she would leave him be.