The portly and rather annoyed housecat pads down the hall, feeling sore where it had been launched bodily down the hall. Turning a corner it casts a baleful eye upon Loe, who was still recovering in the hallway. How dare he strike the majestic fur of Pounce Fluffington, lord of felines. Of course these foolish tall ones could not even get his name right, what sort of savages do not understand the subtle poetry of catspeak?
"Mrow..." says Pounce at Loe, an elegant insult that would be lost upon the foolish beast. Padding forward he enters Angora's room, who, while as dumb as the others, at least did not launch him down hallways. The room was unusually full, and he could read the tension on their inelegant features.
Suddenly, he hears a single jangle. A bell? Could that be his favorite mouse toy? The one with a bell on its tail?
He casts a disapproving glace around the room, how dare they toss his beloved toy under that dingy looking bookshelf. With an annoyed "Mrrrow." He begins trundling over to the bookshelf to retrieve his property.
"Mrow..." says Pounce at Loe, an elegant insult that would be lost upon the foolish beast. Padding forward he enters Angora's room, who, while as dumb as the others, at least did not launch him down hallways. The room was unusually full, and he could read the tension on their inelegant features.
Suddenly, he hears a single jangle. A bell? Could that be his favorite mouse toy? The one with a bell on its tail?
He casts a disapproving glace around the room, how dare they toss his beloved toy under that dingy looking bookshelf. With an annoyed "Mrrrow." He begins trundling over to the bookshelf to retrieve his property.
