Re: Paw Prints [2/?]
anonymous
December 16 2010, 05:39:37 UTC
“Huh?” Alfred murmured, giving Russia a questioning look. Yet, he held out his hand toward the large cat before him.
After a session of skeptical sniffing, the feline almost looked as if it would allow him to pet it. The moment was fleeting however, and the cat soon lost interest in Alfred completely and padded away, moving toward its owner. Alfred couldn’t help but frown. He was great with animals, yet the cat had rejected him in two seconds flat.
“Not the cuddliest thing is she.” He muttered
“He.” Russia corrected. “I’m sure he’ll warm up to you in a few days.”
“Yea, sure. What’s the big guy’s name?”
“Vanya.”
Alfred stood up, giving the other a blank look.
“Seriously?”
“Da, it’s a good name.”
“Isn’t that kinda similar to your name?”
“And your point is?”
“Well, isn’t that, I don’t know, kinda weird?”
“I don’t think so.” Russia said simply, glancing down at the cat that was making itself comfortable at his feet. “If you’re so concerned about pet names, what is your animal’s name?”
Alfred hesitated for a moment. “…Al.”
“I would say that is fairly similar to your name, is it not?” The sweet smile on Russia’s lips grew.
“Maybe a little,” Alfred shrugged, looking awkwardly off to the side for a moment. “Whatever, so how long am I keeping Vanya for?”
Russia paused and gave a soft hum as he thought. “I should think about two weeks, maybe a little more, I’m not exactly sure when my vacation will end.”
“You’re not sure?”
“Da.”
“Your Boss is just allowing you to be absent for two-ish weeks?” Alfred asked, rising a brow at Russia’s uncertainty.
“Well, I’m going on vacation with one of them.” Russia supplied. “Putin has decided to take another excursion into Siberia, and he has asked me to come with him. I’m not yet sure what he has planned.”
“Oh,” He grunted, dismissing the subject now that he no longer cared. “So, how do I take care of this guy?” He asked nodding toward the cat at Russia’s feet.
“Simply place food out for him in the evening, the rest he will deal with himself.”
“Really?”
“He’s a very self-sufficient cat.”
“Sure.” Alfred shrugged casting a skeptical glance at the feline, who simple stared back up at him.
Picking the empty cage off the floor, Russia placed it back underneath his arm. “When I return, I will repay you for your services.”
“Kay.”
“Unless you have any more questions, I will take my leave.”
“Nope, I’m good.” Get out.
With that Russia simply nodded and looked down at the cat before him. “Be good little one, see you soon.” He bent down once more to give the feline an affectionate scratch behind the ears, before heading toward the door.
For a brief moment Russia hovered in the doorway. “Do svidaniya, America.”
“Yea, yea.” Alfred waved limply. “Peace out.”
As soon as the door closed Alfred could feel the eyes of the Russian cat gazing up at him inquiringly. It was creepy that those eyes were the same shade of violet as its owners. Yawning, Alfred lazily mussed his hair with a hand.
“Make yourself at home, I guess.” He said with a shrug and turned away to go up the stairs, having every intention of going back to sleep.
Re: Paw Prints [2/?]
anonymous
December 16 2010, 05:49:39 UTC
--- In the living room, sprawled across the seat of his favorite recliner, Al slept like as if he were road kill. He lay on his back, paws splayed out in four different directions. A ridiculous but extremely comfortable position. His generous white belly rose and fell in time with his breathing. Calm and relaxed he slept without a care in the world.
However, something brushed against is lower left paw. It was just a light tap, a tickle. It felt like a feather almost. Instinctively his paw curled and flexed, but he didn’t wake. The sensation came again, a little more forceful this time. Al stirred a bit, kicking his hind leg lightly in the air, trying to make the feeling go away. Just as he was about to drift once more into the land of sleep the ticklish feeling came again for the third time. His ears twitched in irritation as he woke.
Drawing his hind legs toward his body, Al cracked one blue eye open and then another. He found himself looking up at the end of the chair. The arm of the recliner looked bigger than he remembered, fluffier too. Al blinked, adjusting his eyes. No, wait. That couldn’t be a part of the chair, because it was looking at him. His eyes widened.
Crouching on the arm of the recliner a big furry thing sat, observant violet eyes staring back at him.
‘Hello.’
The words startled Al, who bolted upright, rolling and scrambling to get on his feet. Having never been the most graceful cat, his quick attempts landed him directly on the floor. He floundered on the ground for a second before righting himself. Once on all four paws he braced himself on the living room floor, holding his ground, watching the monster watch him. It had to be a monster; Al couldn’t tell where the creature ended and where it began.
The beast titled its head questioningly. ‘You can’t understand me can you?’
The voice sounded disappointed.
'I can understand you just fine.’ Al spat, feeling his hackles start to rise along his back.
The creature didn’t seem the least bit frightened.
‘Oh good!’ The beast cried cheerfully. ‘Not all animals can you know, they have to be special.’
Al just glared up at the monster. ‘What are you?’
A light sound escaped the creature. It was something like a hiss and a howl mixed together. It remained Al of his owner. People made a similar cry when they were happy or insulting. It was a strange thing really. The noise was called a laugh. The beast before him sounded like he was trying to mimic it. The monster was laughing and the noise was directed at him. Al’s eyes narrowed at the realization.
‘I’m a cat.’ The creature hissed with laugher. ‘Just like you.’
With that said the beast sat up and gracefully moved to sit on the seat of the recliner. Low and behold it was a cat. Its fur was the same grey color as the chair’s upholstery. He hadn’t been able to see the difference between the two until it moved.
‘Oh.’ Al murmured, feeling his fur flatten back into place a little. ‘…Why are you in my house?’ He asked, not willing to trust the other feline so soon. The animal just gave off a strange vibe.
‘My owner dropped me off.’ The cat replied dismissively, as if the details weren't important. ‘We’re going to be friends Al.’
Al’s muzzle scrunched at that. ‘How do you know my name?’
‘Your owner told me.’
‘He knows you’re here?’
‘Of course.’
There was a pause as sapphire and amethyst eyes stared at each other.
‘I’m Vanya.’
‘You’re weird.’
‘That’s not a nice thing to say.’
‘So?’ Al asked, not liking how the other cat began to crouch once more.
‘Because,’ Vanya said, body starting to sway to build momentum. ‘It’s not nice to insult someone who’s going to be your friend.’ And with that the grey cat sprung at him.
Eyes, growing owlishly wide, Al tried to move out of the way, but the pads of his paws slipped uselessly on the hardwood floor. He managed to move forward a few inches at most, but it wasn’t enough. Within seconds he was flattened by a large, fluffy body.
After a session of skeptical sniffing, the feline almost looked as if it would allow him to pet it. The moment was fleeting however, and the cat soon lost interest in Alfred completely and padded away, moving toward its owner. Alfred couldn’t help but frown. He was great with animals, yet the cat had rejected him in two seconds flat.
“Not the cuddliest thing is she.” He muttered
“He.” Russia corrected. “I’m sure he’ll warm up to you in a few days.”
“Yea, sure. What’s the big guy’s name?”
“Vanya.”
Alfred stood up, giving the other a blank look.
“Seriously?”
“Da, it’s a good name.”
“Isn’t that kinda similar to your name?”
“And your point is?”
“Well, isn’t that, I don’t know, kinda weird?”
“I don’t think so.” Russia said simply, glancing down at the cat that was making itself comfortable at his feet. “If you’re so concerned about pet names, what is your animal’s name?”
Alfred hesitated for a moment. “…Al.”
“I would say that is fairly similar to your name, is it not?” The sweet smile on Russia’s lips grew.
“Maybe a little,” Alfred shrugged, looking awkwardly off to the side for a moment. “Whatever, so how long am I keeping Vanya for?”
Russia paused and gave a soft hum as he thought. “I should think about two weeks, maybe a little more, I’m not exactly sure when my vacation will end.”
“You’re not sure?”
“Da.”
“Your Boss is just allowing you to be absent for two-ish weeks?” Alfred asked, rising a brow at Russia’s uncertainty.
“Well, I’m going on vacation with one of them.” Russia supplied. “Putin has decided to take another excursion into Siberia, and he has asked me to come with him. I’m not yet sure what he has planned.”
“Oh,” He grunted, dismissing the subject now that he no longer cared. “So, how do I take care of this guy?” He asked nodding toward the cat at Russia’s feet.
“Simply place food out for him in the evening, the rest he will deal with himself.”
“Really?”
“He’s a very self-sufficient cat.”
“Sure.” Alfred shrugged casting a skeptical glance at the feline, who simple stared back up at him.
Picking the empty cage off the floor, Russia placed it back underneath his arm. “When I return, I will repay you for your services.”
“Kay.”
“Unless you have any more questions, I will take my leave.”
“Nope, I’m good.” Get out.
With that Russia simply nodded and looked down at the cat before him. “Be good little one, see you soon.” He bent down once more to give the feline an affectionate scratch behind the ears, before heading toward the door.
For a brief moment Russia hovered in the doorway. “Do svidaniya, America.”
“Yea, yea.” Alfred waved limply. “Peace out.”
As soon as the door closed Alfred could feel the eyes of the Russian cat gazing up at him inquiringly. It was creepy that those eyes were the same shade of violet as its owners. Yawning, Alfred lazily mussed his hair with a hand.
“Make yourself at home, I guess.” He said with a shrug and turned away to go up the stairs, having every intention of going back to sleep.
Blinking once, the cat slunk away.
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In the living room, sprawled across the seat of his favorite recliner, Al slept like as if he were road kill. He lay on his back, paws splayed out in four different directions. A ridiculous but extremely comfortable position. His generous white belly rose and fell in time with his breathing. Calm and relaxed he slept without a care in the world.
However, something brushed against is lower left paw. It was just a light tap, a tickle. It felt like a feather almost. Instinctively his paw curled and flexed, but he didn’t wake. The sensation came again, a little more forceful this time. Al stirred a bit, kicking his hind leg lightly in the air, trying to make the feeling go away. Just as he was about to drift once more into the land of sleep the ticklish feeling came again for the third time. His ears twitched in irritation as he woke.
Drawing his hind legs toward his body, Al cracked one blue eye open and then another. He found himself looking up at the end of the chair. The arm of the recliner looked bigger than he remembered, fluffier too. Al blinked, adjusting his eyes. No, wait. That couldn’t be a part of the chair, because it was looking at him. His eyes widened.
Crouching on the arm of the recliner a big furry thing sat, observant violet eyes staring back at him.
‘Hello.’
The words startled Al, who bolted upright, rolling and scrambling to get on his feet. Having never been the most graceful cat, his quick attempts landed him directly on the floor. He floundered on the ground for a second before righting himself. Once on all four paws he braced himself on the living room floor, holding his ground, watching the monster watch him. It had to be a monster; Al couldn’t tell where the creature ended and where it began.
The beast titled its head questioningly. ‘You can’t understand me can you?’
The voice sounded disappointed.
'I can understand you just fine.’ Al spat, feeling his hackles start to rise along his back.
The creature didn’t seem the least bit frightened.
‘Oh good!’ The beast cried cheerfully. ‘Not all animals can you know, they have to be special.’
Al just glared up at the monster. ‘What are you?’
A light sound escaped the creature. It was something like a hiss and a howl mixed together. It remained Al of his owner. People made a similar cry when they were happy or insulting. It was a strange thing really. The noise was called a laugh. The beast before him sounded like he was trying to mimic it. The monster was laughing and the noise was directed at him. Al’s eyes narrowed at the realization.
‘I’m a cat.’ The creature hissed with laugher. ‘Just like you.’
With that said the beast sat up and gracefully moved to sit on the seat of the recliner. Low and behold it was a cat. Its fur was the same grey color as the chair’s upholstery. He hadn’t been able to see the difference between the two until it moved.
‘Oh.’ Al murmured, feeling his fur flatten back into place a little. ‘…Why are you in my house?’ He asked, not willing to trust the other feline so soon. The animal just gave off a strange vibe.
‘My owner dropped me off.’ The cat replied dismissively, as if the details weren't important. ‘We’re going to be friends Al.’
Al’s muzzle scrunched at that. ‘How do you know my name?’
‘Your owner told me.’
‘He knows you’re here?’
‘Of course.’
There was a pause as sapphire and amethyst eyes stared at each other.
‘I’m Vanya.’
‘You’re weird.’
‘That’s not a nice thing to say.’
‘So?’ Al asked, not liking how the other cat began to crouch once more.
‘Because,’ Vanya said, body starting to sway to build momentum. ‘It’s not nice to insult someone who’s going to be your friend.’ And with that the grey cat sprung at him.
Eyes, growing owlishly wide, Al tried to move out of the way, but the pads of his paws slipped uselessly on the hardwood floor. He managed to move forward a few inches at most, but it wasn’t enough. Within seconds he was flattened by a large, fluffy body.
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