The city sounds always hurt his ears. Cars honking and tires screeching, the subway rattling underneath his little paws, the annoying pigeons squawking overhead. It was so much compared to the little kitten, and it made him feel utterly insignificant.Still, it was better than listening to his mother complain all day.
Well, he supposed it was.
He flicked his ears and looked one way up the street and then down the other. He wasn't far from Maureen's stoop, but far enough to where, if she called, he couldn't hear her. He was desperately hoping his father would visit them today. He hadn't seen him in so long, and he was afraid that the big, brown manx tom might have abandoned them. He was such a flighty thing, that tom-cat, but Roger loved him regardless. And besides, if Aristol came today, he could spend more time with Avril. He loved both of his sisters, and his brother, but Avril was special in a way that the others weren't. She was his twin, and that (perhaps) put her above the rest.
He shuffled his paws, the hot cement under his feet slightly uncomfortable, but as there were no patches of green on the corner, it didn't really matter. The stoop he hid beside was quiet enough, and there was a bit of shade to be had. 'Let dad come today,' he though wistfully, only after adding, 'let him come soon.'
He didn't want to wait all day in the sun for a no-show father.
