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[sporelett]

BEATRICE, kittypet
tagged: thor

Sunhigh was a delightful time of day, the time when Beatrice liked best to laze about on the flagstones warming in the sun in the garden outside. When the light began to dip lower and shadows crept across the ground to cover up her warm spots, she tended to retreat indoors and find a patch of floor that was still well-lit, or else just meow at one of her housefolk until she could get them to sit down, and sleep on them instead. Her housfolk were always warm at any time of day—the trouble was getting them to stay still while she napped. Housefolk had the most irritating habit of growing restless when she was clearly not done lying on them and trying to leave prematurely. They were such dense creatures sometimes, honestly. But that was why she did most of her sleeping on sunny patches on the ground, which never did her the disservice of dumping her off mid-nap.

Beatrice brought a paw to her mouth and drew her tongue along it in long, lazy strokes as she eyed the bird feeder on the other end of the patio. The cheeping of those silly sparrows did tend to disturb her at times, when they got especially raucous with their chatter. She wouldn't have minded so much, except that she'd expect them to show a bit more caution when she was outside. The way those birds chirped away without a care for her presence irked her just the slightest bit. True, she was trying to nap, but that didn't mean she expected to be ignored.

On a whim, the slender tabby rose to her paws and arched her back in a leisurely stretch. The birds continued to flutter around, stupidly oblivious, while she sauntered behind a potted plant and peeked around its base to plan her next move. A good jump scare would teach those sparrows to turn a blind eye. She might even snag herself a midday meal, and then wouldn't the survivors quake in their feathery coats. Beatrice lowered herself until her belly fur was just inches from the ground and pulled herself through the garden plants with slow, smooth movements, pausing whenever one of the feather-brains happened to glance her way. She inched closer, then closer still. She was almost within pouncing range now, the soft browns and blacks of her pelt blending in with the garden soil, just a few body-lengths away from an especially foolish bird with its back turned to her. Seeing her chance, the she-cat rushed forward, nothing but a blur over the ground, so swift and so graceful that her prey hadn't even noticed her presence-

Tinkle tinkle!

The bell around her neck made a clear, merry little ring as she leapt out from her hiding spot, immediately sending all the birds in the vicinity into the air in a cloud of whirring wings and fluttering feathers. Beatrice jumped as high as she could in an effort to reach her target as it sped away, but her paws missed by over a tail-length. She landed and spat with disgust. Well, at least she'd scared the lot of them off for now. Teach a flock of empty-headed sparrows to bother her at any time of day.

[sydney ♑]

thor, the kittypet !

[/i] as he was- they were still quaint individuals. It was enjoyable to speak to them, sometimes- besides- it was like charity. He was gracing them with his presence- awarding them even! And it was much better than the lonely existence he had prior.

Even if his pet was all the company he really needed- it could still be lonely.

Not that he'd ever admit that, though.

Today, however, Thor was enjoying his new favorite past-time, which, was walking across the fences of his garden and bothering the neighbor cats. Yesterday he had gone left- today he went right, tail twitching as he delicately walked forward. Keeping his balance was like a second nature to him- it came easy enough. He was ready to jump down into the nearby garden, however, when he stopped short- instead catching sight of a she-cat in the garden below. She was stalking a collection of birds, fluffy tail swishing back and forth as she went.

Thor did enjoy she-cats.

Letting out a mighty laugh as the birds scattered as the she-cat's bell gave her away, the tom leaped into the garden, tail curling around his mouth with a grin. His own collar made a light tinkling noise as he landed, the epitome of grace and dignity, he imagined.

"Now that was impressive."
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[sporelett]

BEATRICE, kittypet

A laugh from the edge of the garden, accompanied by the jingle of a collar bell, alerted Beatrice to the fact that she wasn't as alone as she had initially supposed. The slim little kittypet immediately sat down and began to wash one of her forepaws as she watched the larger tom approach, busying herself with pelt maintenance in an effort to disguise her embarrassment at being spotted. If she had spied him on the garden fence slightly earlier, she might have avoided that undignified display.

"Oh, that little bit of silliness?" she mewed. "It was hardly worth mentioning. Just getting rid of some pesky sparrows."

[sydney ♑]

thor, the kittypet !

" The tom laughed heartily as he spoke- the she-cat's embarrassment not at all lost to him. It had been a rather foolish display, (something Thor had been caught doing once or twice before, not that he'd ever admit it), but whether or not the tom was being sarcastic or charming was hard to tell.

"Were they sullying up your garden? Stealing your pet's leaves?" He gave a grin as he walked towards the she-cat- then around and past her, tail lightly 'flicking' her in the face as he walked. "It is a lovely garden. Your pet should award you for guarding it so carefully."

He canted his head just slightly and smile once more, finally getting a good look at the little she-cat. She was young- younger than him, at any rate, long-haired- pretty enough. At least it wasn't another dog or a fat lazy tom. He had enough of those at his own den.

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