Post by LupTacco on Feb 26, 2018 10:59:55 GMT
It was early in the day, the grasses still encumbered with dew from the automated water systems. Clouds drifted overhead in spiraling, crazy forms, and to one young observer they painted fluffy white murals of dogs and cats and twolegs, of monsters running there and back or of birds and strange things he'd seen on the noisy box his twolegs liked to stare at. Concealed in a bed of poppies, a slender tom of six moons lay on his back, watching the sky while the sun was still low enough to stand it. Though he was mostly still, his tail tip and mind twitched with stories and pretend scenarios; marauding cats come to steal his favorite treats(Which he would outwit with his clever plans!), dogs the size of monsters(Which he would overpower with a sudden burst of strength!), a land of all grass and trees where he could roam without a collar(How frightening yet exhilarating!).
The gardens were quiet for now, but soon other house cats and maybe even a dog or two would come by and lounge around, maybe catch a bird or two. Buckaroo looked forward it, but part of him hoped someone more exciting would show up- maybe a street hardened rogue from downtown, or one of those vicious wildcats that supposedly lived in the woods.
The gardens were quiet for now, but soon other house cats and maybe even a dog or two would come by and lounge around, maybe catch a bird or two. Buckaroo looked forward it, but part of him hoped someone more exciting would show up- maybe a street hardened rogue from downtown, or one of those vicious wildcats that supposedly lived in the woods.
