Post by Dahlia on Oct 22, 2016 20:24:45 GMT -6
Ginger
Dahlia couldn the help her curiosity. She'd never truly been one to stray far from home, yet this neighbourhood was so friendly, and half the housefolk around here knew her by name and welcomed her happily having met her and seen her on their talking picture boxes. She took great pride in her appearance and pure blood, as did her housefolk. To show for this, she had a handful of ribbons from some cat shows she'd gone to. The judges were always friendly, and she loved showing off her tricks for a few treats. For a feline, she was supposedly very accomplished in her level of training. Most cats were supposedly ignorant of their housefolk, yet Dahlia loved to please hers. And so in return, they allowed her to sate her curiosity by giving her free reign and allowing her to stray wherever she please.
Today she'd dodged past a not so friendly dog with a teasing bat to its nose, before laughing at it from atop the fence that bordered its territory. There were few dogs around here that chased cats, and this was one of the newest. Dahlia's housefolk owned two. One was not much bigger than a full grown cat and loved her to spices, following her around like an obedient worhsipper like it did her housefolk. The other was bigger and older, and tended to just ignore her. He was a more relaxed companion, and she'd often curl up with him on the porch when they were both sunning themselves. He didn't tend to mind much, and if he did he'd only huff irritably and pretend she wasn't there.
Now Dahlia found that she'd happened upon a house she had yet to visit. She'd at least stopped outside each house that owned a cat once. Or at least the majority of them. There were still some she hadn't visited yet, or those that many cats spread rumours of about the cat not being very friendly. Those ones she tended to avoid. However, this one she knew nothing about. It was quite a bit smaller than her house, considering her housefolk were rather well off and in the richer section of town, yet it was simple and a pretty shade of pink. Dahlia plasters a bright smile across her soft features and trots toward the property, following the scent of another cat to see if she could chance upon her.
Eventually a ginger feline with little white spots speakcling her coat drew her attention, and she offered her a warm smile and a meal of greeting before approaching. "Hi there! I'm Dahlia. What's your name?" Her eyes stray over the property surrounding them and her smile widens. "Its this your home? It's lovely." She returns her attention to peer expectantly at this new feline.