( a ) [ so you were just minding your own business, maybe seated on a park bench or at an outdoor cafe.. reading the paper, or else someone left the paper there before you arrived. either way, suddenly there's a patter, and a black cat has jumped up next to said paper. with bright, surprisingly stunning mismatched eyes, he stares at you for a few moments before slinking closer, glancing down at the text in apparent interest.
ah... is he reading it..??? ]
( b ) [ this is a nice little cafe, isn't it? nice and sunny, and the pastries are to die for. .. ok but seriously where did this new cat come from? it looks like he just wandered in at some point during the morning rush, and now he's sunning in the window like he belongs there. still, for a cat, he's paying an awful lot of attention to the people working there and the various customers. his ears keep flicking back and forth as he listens to the conversations going on in the store.
.. well.. honestly, he's probably not the strangest thing you've ever seen here.. right? ]
( c ) [ there's a slender man in what appears to be his late thirties or early forties just inside the alley you're about to pass. he's slumped sideways a little against the wall, a cane hooked over the arm that's currently crossed over his chest. he looks like he might be having trouble breathing, or perhaps he's dizzy.
still, when he glances up, it's probably a little difficult not to do a double-take. he has the most stunning, jewel-bright heterochromia.. and it's might just be a little familiar, if you've encountered a certain black cat at any point in the last day or two.
he manages a small, slightly strained smile-- an obvious and vain attempt to pretend he's fine. er.. maybe he needs a doctor or something? ]
graves ( hustle cat )
[ so you were just minding your own business, maybe seated on a park bench or at an outdoor cafe.. reading the paper, or else someone left the paper there before you arrived. either way, suddenly there's a patter, and a black cat has jumped up next to said paper. with bright, surprisingly stunning mismatched eyes, he stares at you for a few moments before slinking closer, glancing down at the text in apparent interest.
ah... is he reading it..??? ]
( b )
[ this is a nice little cafe, isn't it? nice and sunny, and the pastries are to die for. .. ok but seriously where did this new cat come from? it looks like he just wandered in at some point during the morning rush, and now he's sunning in the window like he belongs there. still, for a cat, he's paying an awful lot of attention to the people working there and the various customers. his ears keep flicking back and forth as he listens to the conversations going on in the store.
.. well.. honestly, he's probably not the strangest thing you've ever seen here.. right? ]
( c )
[ there's a slender man in what appears to be his late thirties or early forties just inside the alley you're about to pass. he's slumped sideways a little against the wall, a cane hooked over the arm that's currently crossed over his chest. he looks like he might be having trouble breathing, or perhaps he's dizzy.
still, when he glances up, it's probably a little difficult not to do a double-take. he has the most stunning, jewel-bright heterochromia.. and it's might just be a little familiar, if you've encountered a certain black cat at any point in the last day or two.
he manages a small, slightly strained smile-- an obvious and vain attempt to pretend he's fine. er.. maybe he needs a doctor or something? ]