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Post by Thomas on May 18, 2016 17:28:43 GMT -6
Thomas loved being a kittypet.
He wasn't quite sure if he loved his housefolk, but he knew that he loved the attention he gave to them. He spent his nights with them, but spent the day out of the house since they trusted him enough to wander. He'd always go back to them. They were a precious constant he couldn't afford to lose.
At least, that's how he felt.
Right now, he was walking along the sidewalk with his tail raised. Today, was a good day. Nothing of the past to bring him down. Living in the moment. That's what he always needed, so that's what he did.
Then he stopped.
There was a cat who also stopped right in front of him.
He tilted his head with a cocky smile. "Hey."
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Post by Scarlett on May 20, 2016 12:41:10 GMT -6
A small red she cat gave him a cocky confident yet Erie grin back "oh hey" the tiny kit slowly said but almost like a challenge.
A kittypet he was. Oi bluming kittypets their brains ain't notin but love for der bloody two legs.
Scarlett knew deep down she wanted that luxurious life, but alas a stray she was!
Her reddish brown eyes scanned him rather precariously "oi whateya doin out her young kittypet chap?"
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Post by Thomas on May 20, 2016 13:23:03 GMT -6
Thomas was a little weirded out by the sudden grin he was given.
It was a red she-cat who was smaller, but seemed to have a strange accent. He'd never heard it before. "Taking a walk...?" He meowed, not really sure what else someone would be doing on the sidewalk. "Eh... I'm Thomas."
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Post by Scarlett on May 20, 2016 13:38:27 GMT -6
she suddenly broke out into a more happy smile "oi I'm scarlet pleasure ta meetcha" she raised a brow " Your two legs lecha leave yer house" she ashed ruffling her messy red coat.
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Post by Thomas on May 20, 2016 16:14:47 GMT -6
Thomas's ear flicked.
"... Why wouldn't they?" Thomas may be a kittypet... But he still loved the outdoors. After all, he'd been a loner once. As a result, he wasn't as lazy and plump as some of the other cats owned by twolegs.
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Post by Scarlett on May 20, 2016 19:11:25 GMT -6
"ah I seen some like a little Las ginger, couldn't leave so she made me teller about me adventures" she purred "poor sweet girl. She's quite a beauty to eh?" She smiled. Scarlett certainly wasn't bluming in love with the girl in the slightest but she couldn't help but to foster the little lass.
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Post by Thomas on May 21, 2016 7:38:14 GMT -6
Thomas knew of Ginger.
They'd met the other day. She was his neighbor. "I know Ginger. I didn't know her housefolk don't let her leave." He answered honestly. "I suppose she's alright... But my housefolk let me leave during the day. They know I always come back."
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Post by Scarlett on May 21, 2016 12:03:22 GMT -6
"hm perhaps she can't protect er self" she surugged
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Post by Thomas on May 21, 2016 14:15:48 GMT -6
That would make sense.
Ginger had told Thomas that she was bred. That meant she'd never had to take care of herself, really. She'd never even had a glimpse of true independence. Thomas felt he himself, got an overdosage.
"That would make sense." Thomas cocked his head. "Are you a loner?"
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Post by Scarlett on May 21, 2016 16:20:24 GMT -6
"yhup I live in a little nook ova in the dump" she purred" quite smelly. Say do your two legs put out any grub for strays?"
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Post by Thomas on May 21, 2016 18:37:06 GMT -6
Thomas cocked his head.
He could never live somewhere like that dump. He'd seen it. Eugh. His life before twolegs wasn't spent in twolegplace. If you weren't with twolegs, you shouldn't be in twolegplace in his opinion. "No." He meowed. "Why don't you just hunt?"
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Post by Scarlett on May 21, 2016 18:47:13 GMT -6
" I do all the time plenty of mice and even though those bloody rats can put up a fight there not to bad!" She said her ears perking up " do yer two legs put out food for strays eh?"
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Post by Thomas on May 21, 2016 19:47:51 GMT -6
Thomas cocked his head.
He was confused. He'd already answered the question. "You already know the answer." He meowed. Then he stared at her. "Rats sound like more dangerous prey. I'd go after the mice."
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Post by Scarlett on May 24, 2016 17:52:38 GMT -6
"eh oi sorhe my ears been botherin me I think it might be infected or sometin like dat" she grinned " eh da rats are sick and fat , they ain't that hard to catch" she coughed. Little did she know every few rat she ate had some amount of rat poison that slowly worsened her bad condition.
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Post by Thomas on May 24, 2016 18:11:36 GMT -6
Thomas stared.
He remembered his parents warning against rats a lifetime ago. "Probably the rats. My parents told me that rats are more trouble than they're worth."
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