9/22/12
WHO: Lynne+Anyone (Open)
WHERE: Outside school
WHEN: Saturday, September 22
WHY: Because kitties are adorable and don't deserve to be stuck in trees.
Lynne left everything -her MP3 player, homework, books, her bag, whatever - behind save her cell, the trusty notepad and pen in her pocket. Today seemed like a good day to be by herself and her thoughts. She didn't have a place in mind or any preference for what she was looking for; all she had to do was wander aimlessly and let the world find something for her. It was relaxing, just to be able to listen to the sound of her red boots against the sidewalk, the odd wind, occasional vehicle, and-
'Mwreow.'
Lynne's head instinctively snapped to her right. To her disappointment, she only saw a tree but a second 'mwrreow' made her look up. Nestled at least ten or eleven feet high on the second branch of the tree was a large Somali staring down at her, bushy tail (and it was such a cute tail, like a fox's!) swishing. Her first thought was, Awww! OMGHe'ssocute!, belated followed by, Oh. Crap.
"Silly cat, what're you doing up there?" Lynne said softly. The cat just looked plaintively at her. Lynne stepped closer, making a 'come' motion with her hand while patting the tree trunk. "Here, Kitty... C'mon...you can do it...c'mere..."
The cat put a paw down on the trunk but quickly backed up to his initial position. Lynne called out again but the cat only mewled back. After a while, she untied one of her hair ties, a light blue ribbon with little gold stars hanging off, and dangling it up to the cat. The cat's eyes lit up at the sight of it. Lynne smiled and tip toed to dangle it closer. The cat's eyes followed it perfectly and Lynne silently cheered when she saw a paw leave the branch to swat in the direction of the ribbon. Her joy was short lived: the cat still barely moved from its spot.
Hadn't she read something about how cats were supposed to only have instincts to climb up, not down? Now that she thought about it, the article explained the reason you don't see dead cats in trees was because they lost the strength to hold on and-
She did not want to think about that one. Lynne toyed with her cell. She could try calling someone but she didn't know the right number for something like this. She could go back to the dorms or try somewhere to find the number but when she looked up at the cat's hopeful, gorgeous eyes she couldn't bear to just leave the thing alone, especially since it didn't look like its owner was around. If she had food that could help but she hadn't brought any and there wasn't anyway nearby or convenient.
Her eyes wandered from the cat to the tree itself. From what she could tell, the second branch looked relatively close to the first branch. The branches did look a bit thin but they looked like they could hold a person if they weren't too heavy. Or maybe it wouldn’t. There was the possibility of falling, or worse, getting broken neck. After a moment's thought and another mewl and tail swish, common sense lost. She didn’t weight that much. She wasn’t wearing a skirt today either. All she had to do was get a hold of that first branch, and then reaching up to the second branch and the cat wouldn't be as big a problem.
She stood on her tip toes and jumped. Her fingers slapped the middle of the branch. Damn. Again. Fail. The third time she got a little closer to gripping the branch.
"C'mon," she hissed.