Board Thread:Archive/@comment-24866242-20140517080038/@comment-24866242-20140517080726

Katrylle Morgahn posted July 25, 1996 02:08 AM

(Joke)

Joke gave a little kitten "humph" as he heard the door slide open once again. His feline indignation at the current treatment by the woman refusing to allow him to come from under the bed. Even though he was only a couple of months old by two-leggers' standards, he had always tried to imitate his mother, her regal air, the way she ran the two-leggers' house. He'd be damned if he let *this* two-legger command him. Sniffing again, he began to curl himself in a more comfortable position. Stopping suddenly, he took another exploratory sniff.

Taking soft, careful steps, Joke made his way to the edge of the bed, peeking out from under the blanket at the newcomer. His little gold eyes widened as he watched the older cat eat from his dish before ducking back under the bed as the tabby turned to approach. His little mind whirring, his mother's words ringing in his ears about other cats, he quickly decided it would be better to make friends. Just at that moment, Joke found himself nose to nose with the newcomer. As the tabby took in a breath, Joke did the only thing he could think of...lick the tabby's nose. As the tabby sneezed, Joke took the opportunity to roll on his back, playfully swatting at the tabby's whiskers to prove he would be no threat. Joke breathed a kitten sigh of relief as the tabby chose to lick his head rather than beat the living crap outta him.

All thoughts of his previous indignation having been forgotten, Joke followed the tabby out from under the bed. Trying to prove to the older cat he could be a good mouser, Joke swatted at a stray dustbunny foolish enough to come out of hiding, only to lose it to the ceiling fan before his fierceness could be realized.

Joke's attention was drawn away from his escaped quarry by the tabby making another move on his food bowl. Not wishing to appear rude, he sat and watched the tabby, his kitten curiosity getting the better of him. The tabby was a new experience, his actions much different from his mother's. Somehow, Joke knew this was what he was suppose to be and took it in his head to study everything about his newfound hero. It didn't dawn on the kitten that he unnerved Sachy, so he followed him as the tabby left the food dish and made his way to the litterbox. Sitting to watch, Joke cocked his head, taking in every movement the older cat made.

Joke couldn't understand when the tabby left the litterbox and made his way to the door. Only the two-leggers cause the wall to move. He knew this because he had sniffed all around, looking for a way out. Joke's golden eyes widened as the tabby leapt into the air and the wall suddenly moved. Truly he was in the presence of a god or something.

As the tabby slinked out through the moving wall, Joke followed, not wishing to lose sight of this wondrous being. When the tabby stopped in the hallway, Joke sat, his eyes wide as he waited for the next miracle. Joke's mind reeled as the god before him passed on some form of blessing, though somewhere in his little mind, it seemed awfully close to a warning hiss. But Gods don't do that, so it must be a blessing of some sort, he reasoned. No matter. He would learn more of it soon.

Happily, Joke followed his "hero" and rescuer down several halls, keeping a respectful distance until they came to another moving wall. Watching the tabby repeat his ritual to move the wall, Joke waited, knowing timing is everything lest he be kitty fodder smeared between walls. Bounding through the opening, he is stopped short by yet another cat, this one the biggest he has ever seen. Reasoning that his "friendship" tactic worked on the god, Joke walked straight up to the king-sized kitty and licked his nose too, flopping immediately on his back to swat at the monster's whiskers. This time, his relief wasn't as profound, the sight of his god nearby to protect building his courage substantially.

Feeling he truly "belonged", Joke bounded around the new room, looking for something to get into. He all but ignored the conversation about him, only taking interest when the word "mice" was mentioned. It was at this moment his god made his way towards the moving wall and opened it. Not wishing to be left behind, Joke bounded after the two cats, so caught up in his excitement he almost ran headlong into the larger one's tail. Joke decided it might be better to act as the others and slowed to a quick walk, his little legs straining to keep up with his heroes.

Several hallways later, Joke's confusion resurfaced as his god produced some cheese, taking it to a small......thing. His gold eyes lighted, however, as he realized his god was teaching him how to bait mice, not just chase them. Joke, determined to prove himself in the eyes of his heroes, crouched, waddling his little tail end as he prepared to strike. With one quick kitten lunge, he leaped on the mouse, thing and all. His "meorrrr" of triumph suddenly turned into a squeal of fear as the thing toppled, sending him head over tail across the floor only to stop upside-down against the foot of a two-legger's giant two-legger.