How much for that kitty in the window? [Active, Closed]

[pantsaretight]

Who: Mal and Mittens
What: On the way home Mal runs into a stray cat who happens to be a kindred spirit
Where: Somewhere near ABC Auto
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Cute, Snark

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[sarcatstically]

When Mittens had first been abandoned, it had taken the feline exactly five days' worth of time, held together by an iron string of resolute, bitter stubbornness, to come to terms with the idea that garbage bins were to be, now and forever, her new food source. She had found the idea disgusting at first, and so incredibly beneath her, but her stomach, Mittens soon found, was her new master--and when it came down to it, her stomach wasn't nearly as picky as she was concerning exactly where her next meal came from. Now, diving into trash cans was just part of Mittens' habitual routine.

Even here.

And the trash, it seemed, was as crappy and lifeless as ever. Wonderful. Really. Everything was trash. Manhattan was trash. Especially this Manhattan

[pantsaretight]

Mal paused when he heard that screeching hiss, backtracking in his curiosity before he could actually think about what he was doing.

He paused for a moment at the edge of the alleyway, debating going down it. Still, he thought he'd heard a voice a moment ago down there, and that hiss had been decidedly non human. It had sounded like a cat, but Mal remembered there weren't supposed to be any animals on this island. That meant there was a crab down there, probably attacking some poor sap.

Well, Mal couldn't exactly leave it to sneak up on him from behind, and supposed he might as well save whoever was in trouble in the process. Drawing his revolver, Mal moved slowly down the alleyway, eyes alert for any threat.

"Someone down here? No sense in hiding, ya ain't got anything worth stealing anyway."

[sarcatstically]

Now Mittens was more than just miffed.

She was stuck inside a trashcan, and she was not pleased. At all. Her skull felt like someone had taken an anvil to it, but that someone hadn't been kind enough to put her out of her misery while he was at it. At least the trash had softened the impact, and her eyes were quickly adjusting to the sudden lack of light.

And she heard a voice. A human's. Lovely.

Mittens tried to stand up, feeling her vision lurch and do an abrupt somersault that was almost Olympic gold medal worthy, and no sooner did she get to her feet before she was back down again. Her world was looking more and more like a fishbowl, and the cat was sure she was seeing more colors than her species was technically supposed to. Which was lovely, of course, as she needed to get out of the trashcan before she smelled like decay and mold.

But her head. "Ow," didn't even begin to cover it. Ow anyway

[pantsaretight]

Mal heard something banging around, and was getting ready to withdraw when he heard a muffled voice telling him where it was located. It sounded like a girl, and given she was trapped in a trashcan probably a young one. Though he had to wonder how anyone could get stuck in a trashcan.

"Alright, alright, give me a second," Mal grumbled making his way to the can. Lifting the lid, he looked inside to see who was in there...and promptly came face to face with a thin black cat. There was no one else inside.

Mal just blinked for a second, then exclaimed, "Shen-sheng de gao-wan!"