Chad came in to open the store today noticeably somber and noticeably alone; Prince Oscar Pedro, usually perched on his shoulder and meowing happily in anticipation for a day at the store, was no where to be found. Well, he could be found, but it was well under Chad's bed where he couldn't even think of reaching. Frowning slightly, he noticed that the other cats didn't come out to see him like usual. He settled behind the counter after getting some music going, confused and gingerly nursing the incongruous scar across his face and the unusual scratches across his shoulders from Prince Oscar Pedro this morning, in between occasionally throwing out one of the operetta CDs onto the floor in hopes that the other cats would come and play.
It was kind of lonely and sad that they were all seeming to have a bad day or something. And he still couldn't get over the scratches; Prince Oscar Pedro playfully clung and dug before, yeah, but this was a lot different than that.
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