The Apartment Above The Boards, Wednesday Night
The wildcat that Jono had been taking care of for the past two weeks paced back and forth in front of a door grumpily. Behind the door was something very, very important to him -- he was a little fuzzy on details -- and he absolutely needed to get at it.
When Joni looked like she was looking at him, he growled at her. Whatever.
He started scratching at the door -- not that it did much, but maybe eventually he'd get through. In fact, he stretched up on his hind legs to really sink his claws in and get his whole weight behind them. Luckily for him, he brushed up against the door handle in just the right way. The door swung open, and the wildcat tumbled into the room.
[For those who know who they are.]
When Joni looked like she was looking at him, he growled at her. Whatever.
He started scratching at the door -- not that it did much, but maybe eventually he'd get through. In fact, he stretched up on his hind legs to really sink his claws in and get his whole weight behind them. Luckily for him, he brushed up against the door handle in just the right way. The door swung open, and the wildcat tumbled into the room.
[For those who know who they are.]