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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 9:29 am
Oh yes, he was certainly out of his natural habitat.
He rarely ever left his human home. They were usually sure about keeping the scrawny cat indoors, for fear of some sort of harm or another befalling him. The child that called him her own would of been broken-hearted, had anything happened.
And besides, he usually didn't care for getting his dainty paws filthy or putting himself at any risk, what-so-ever.
This particular day, though, Jackowolfee felt a particular calling to the outdoors and out he slipped, through the door and between the legs of the master of the house. He currently found himself weaving steadily through the trees that dotted the park. The greenery was delightful, even if many of the random sounds of every day life, outside, caused him to cringe now and again.
"Well, well, lovely little bird." He purred as his teal eyes settled on an adventurous songbird that plucked some sort of insect from the grasses.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 4:53 am
 Pale yellow eyes followed the prancing cat as he frolicked in the park. Disgusting. Clearly one of those spoiled little Jellicle brats. Oh, for crying out loud. Did he just start to talk to a bird? What was the matter with those cats, and why couldn't they just stay inside if they loved humans so much?
"Well, well," came a voice from behind and slightly to the left of the grey housecat, "What do we have here? Scaredy little spoiled brat. Lost, are we?"
A brown cat was basking in the sun on a park bench, and the only thing moving currently was her eyes and the twitching tip of her tail. However, her relaxed pose was ruined by the malicious look in her eyes. But just how dangerous could she be to him? She was either pregnant or just plain fat and couldn't move all that quickly, right? Right?
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:18 pm
 Battaratch watched the strangers from under the shrubs where he had been rudely awoken from his mid-morning nap. They made his fur bristle, though he wasn’t exactly sure why. He could tell that the female was trying to appear tough, though she was very clearly with kitten, and the male just seemed like yet another overly timid cat; and the way he interacted with that bird was just ridiculous.
Ratch stretched his paws and strolled confidently over to the two, his tail held high in the air, “Well hello there strrrangers” he spoke in such a way that you could tell he thought highly of himself, and he also seemed to roll his R’s in a peculiar fashion.
Once he’d made his presence known, Ratch sat himself down between the two, wrapping his tail around himself and keeping his nose high.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 12:58 pm
"I'm not scared. And I'm not lost, either."
His words were quite the opposite of his body language. He had stiffened the moment he heard Ziggitysasser's voice. He seemed to settle as soon as he caught sight of the brown cat. She seemed pretty fat. Maybe she had kittens? He wasn't sure, but he also wasn't about to anger her by making some sort of comment, lest he turned out to be wrong.
His ears flattened and, as he sat back on his haunches, his tail curled about his paws.
His teal eyes flicked towards the newest feline to appear. A small smile splayed across his maw and he was thankful to not be alone with the tubby female. She seemed a wee bit too aggressive for his tastes.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 1:22 pm
"Pfffh," Ziggity said, completely ignoring the black cat that had appeared. He looked like the type that might become hilariously annoyed if he wasn't acknowledged. Why not try that theory? "You're as misplaced here as a kitten in an alley brawl."
She ignored the grey cat too for a moment, making a great show of stretching and then sitting up on the bench. There was still a treacherously relaxed air about her, but she was sitting in a pose that would allow her to move quickly and the tip of her tail was still swishing.
"Here's a free tip for you, Whimpy," she taunted, "Birds are for eating, not for courting or chatting with."
She seemed to find her statement really funny and looked very pleased where she sat.
"Besides," she sniggered, "You'd just get a bunch of bloody ugly feathered kittens. Ugly from you and feather-headed from dear old mommy."
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 1:43 pm
Ratch’s tail swished as he looked between the two. Was he invisible? That was just plain unacceptable! He’d taken the time to acknowledge them and they go on chatting like he doesn’t exist.
He cleared his throat and walked around in a frustrated circle, chuckling slightly to hide his offence, “Good joke, ignore the strrranger” he licked his paw and ran it across the back of his ear, “So! This is it, everybody listen to me!” he tapped his claws on the ground in the hope that all their attention would be on him, “Who thinks my coat is the shiniest in the park?” he grinned, raising a paw to show he agreed with himself.
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 1:55 pm
The gray hued cat bristled in annoyance, but feared confrontation. What was he to do? He did not want to fight and the thought of bleeding caused him to feel slightly light-headed. Besides, if he were to return home battered, his humans might try that much harder to keep him indoors.
"I... Guess your coat is shiny?"
And he turned his gaze to Ziggity yet again.
"You aren't very nice, are you?" The words fell from his mouth before he could hardly stop them. "Is it because you've got a raging attitude problem from being pregnant, or are you just fat?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 2:17 pm
Ziggity's smirk widened into a toothy Cheshire cat grin as her verbal barbs hit home. Yes, this was turning out to be great fun. Now to see how far she could take it... When Ratch had finished his little attention seeking hissy fit she got another idea. She raised an eyebrow at Jacko's feeble attempts at insulting her, and rose abruptly. A surprisingly agile jump given her condition took her down from the bench and closer to her two little "friends".
"No, I'm not very nice," she said huskily and pressed up against the grey cat, deliberately turning her rump towards the black (and oddly familiar looking) one, "Like what you see? You should consider trying out real cat for a change, Whimpy. Who knows? You might like it."
This house cat didn't smell right, but she hoped the payoff would make it worth rubbing up against the little whuss.
"You might be able to attract some real females with that shiny coat of yours," she said thoughtfully, deliberately using Ratch's description of his own coat to compliment her little victim. "But you need to spend more time outdoors and get that horrid smell out of it."
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Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2009 2:32 pm
Ratch beamed as the other male agreed with him about his coat, “Ha! I know wight?” he looked back at his side, admiring it in the sunlight, completely missing most of what the female said before she wandered over.
As he turned back to the two he came face to face with the female’s backside and his ears flattened angrily against his head as he wandered around to the other side of them.
Ratch leaned into their personal space as he watched the female press herself against the grey male, “So are you two gonna kiss or wot?” he grinned, leaning back to watch the stranger’s interacting some more. Sure the attention wasn’t on him, but at least he wasn’t in that grey male’s position.
((btw, Ratch can't say some "r" sounds and they come out like w's. Just depends where the "r" occurs in the word ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 8:46 am
Jacko's ears flattened as the rather plump female sprang from her place above them on the bench and came nearer. His back arched and he leaned to the side, but his gray and white paws felt rooted to the spot. He was clearly uncomfortable as she invaded his personal space. She certainly smelled like a wild cat, something he was unused to. He rather liked the safe and comfortable dwelling of his human family.
"What are you doing? Stop that! why don't you go rub all over hiiiiim?" His dark tipped tail swished anxiously as he glanced with discomfort at Ziggity.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 1:24 pm
Oh, this was fuun. Ziggity was really enjoying herself, and the reaction she had managed to provoke from the grey cat. However, the black sissy-face was getting a bit too comfortable for her taste. Couldn't have that, hmm?
"Too bad," she purred, "So sad. Whimpy can't handle real cat. I knew you were a wuss as soon as I saw you. Then how about you, hmm?"
She abruptly turned to Ratch, and once again tried the proven method of getting too close for comfort. So much fun. Ziggity had always enjoyed torturing her victims without resorting to violence. You could keep it up for a lot longer than an alley fight...
"Noow," she drawled, "Can Mr. What's-his-face handle a rrreeeal cat?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 3:49 pm
Ratch back up a few paces, his nose wrinkling and his tail twitching nervously, “Ere, no hey, wait a bloody moment!” What gave this female the right to get up in his face like this?
Though, not wanting to appear weak or timid like the grey male beside him, Ratch let his body relax, and took a deep breath, “Of course, of course I can handle a weal cat!” he sat up straight and stuck his nose high in the air once more, “You just merely took me by surprise is all… Although, you’ve obviously been through this with a male before us” glances down at her stomach then back to her face, “Tell me, who weally won in that situation?” a smug smile spread across his face, waiting to see what the female had to say in her defence.
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