In a California desert...
It wasn't that the big purple cat was unhappy with her surroundings, precisely. There were bushes to nap under when the sun got to hot. The sand held tracks very well. There were lots of birds and small, running things to chase and pounce and it had only taken one run-in with a bad sticker-plant before she'd learned not to chase too intently. Things could be much worse, yes.
But that didn't meant that she had to like the heat or the stickers or the way the sand was rubbing her paws raw. The cat curled up a bit tighter and grumbled sulkily to herself. All right, so she was unhappy. This was a not-good place.
But that didn't meant that she had to like the heat or the stickers or the way the sand was rubbing her paws raw. The cat curled up a bit tighter and grumbled sulkily to herself. All right, so she was unhappy. This was a not-good place.