Are we hungry or thirsty?
For now, curiosity is at a high, while need or food, drink, and sleep are low.
Can we read and/or understand English/Common?
Humans make much noise, all day, every day. You have learned to recognize moods, threats, and the silly lures that children offer for you to wander foolishly into their sticky little forepaws. You have learned the
name your particular human has given you, and
the name (s)he is often called by others. You also know
how long you have dwelt with this human, and how strongly you are attached to this one.Look around at the room we are in.
You strut confidently out into the room, and peer about. the fireplace is a dim, hot spot several feet from the comfy chair. Another such chair sits across from this one. It has less interesting smells, and the strange flat fur the humans have covered it in is itchy, so you tend not to sleep in that one. Much. There is a door opposite the firepit, which leads to the place of food. Another door behind the itchy chair leads to a room with tall dead trees filled with blocks of leaves all stuck together. The human often looks at one of these block for hours, picking at the leaves or even smearing some sticky black substance on one. There are several of these leaf blocks on a small dead tree next to the comfy chair.
Go outside. Survey the city.
you leap up onto the windowsill in the wall behind the comfy chair. The window is slightly open, but you cannot fit through. Just as well: the damp smell of rain wafts in though the window, and the sounds of dripping are everywhere. You look out on a small grassy area with several low bushes between several other of the large blocky caves the humans favor.
A familiar stone path full of garbage, dogs, fellow cats, rats, gnomes, the occasional pixie, and even a garbage troll runs along the far end of the little nature zone.
You know the larger stone path behind the house is, in the daytime, full of humans, the rock smelling short humans (short for humans. still very large to you), the tree smelling skinny humans, and the little fat humans that smell of food and burning weeds. And also horses, pulling smaller caves or dead trees containing who knows what, back and forth, endlessly. That path is safer at night, but not by much.
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Topic: Cat Fantastic: The Mewcronomicon (Read 4169 times)