There was a pretty new lady in town.
Lucky had his pulse on everything that happened in Hazleton, so he knew about the girl who moved into the apartment building mere days ago. Naturally, he didn't make the rounds straight away—he didn't want to come across too easy. But now that an appreciable amount of time had passed, Lucky thought that he ought to introduce himself and make it known that he was the King Cat around the block.
He sat preening in a patch of bright sunlight on the lawn outside, brilliant long white fur expertly fluffed and combed. Lucky did have an owner but the man was more of an accessory than anything else. His owner did make sure he was groomed, though, and that his fur didn't clump. Lucky could have done that himself but—why would he, when he had a perfectly good human to do it for him?
That was his philosophy through life, really. Born to purebreed parents, he never saw the need to lift a finger to do things for himself. Being beautiful was its own reward. People seemed to like feeding him and doting on him, which they normally wouldn't have if he were a human. It simply made too much sense to live as a cat than as a plain old human. (Although Lucky was a handsome human, too—at least in his own opinion, anyway.)
He was certain that the pretty girl would like him, which meant one more place that he could go around to, to get fed and flattered. He'd been spying on her as she moved in and unpacked, and noticed a cat tree. A cat person, eh? But he hadn't seen any cats around her place, which seemed... odd. But perhaps the cats were coming later. That worked in his favor; he'd become her new favorite and by the time her own cats arrived, Lucky would still have established himself.
Where he sat, he couldn't be missed. She had to come out sometime. His long, thick tail swished placidly; he blinked at a squirrel scuttling up the side of a tree and silently sniffed. Lesser animals were beneath his notice.
@Hana Choi @Kitryna
Lucky had his pulse on everything that happened in Hazleton, so he knew about the girl who moved into the apartment building mere days ago. Naturally, he didn't make the rounds straight away—he didn't want to come across too easy. But now that an appreciable amount of time had passed, Lucky thought that he ought to introduce himself and make it known that he was the King Cat around the block.
He sat preening in a patch of bright sunlight on the lawn outside, brilliant long white fur expertly fluffed and combed. Lucky did have an owner but the man was more of an accessory than anything else. His owner did make sure he was groomed, though, and that his fur didn't clump. Lucky could have done that himself but—why would he, when he had a perfectly good human to do it for him?
That was his philosophy through life, really. Born to purebreed parents, he never saw the need to lift a finger to do things for himself. Being beautiful was its own reward. People seemed to like feeding him and doting on him, which they normally wouldn't have if he were a human. It simply made too much sense to live as a cat than as a plain old human. (Although Lucky was a handsome human, too—at least in his own opinion, anyway.)
He was certain that the pretty girl would like him, which meant one more place that he could go around to, to get fed and flattered. He'd been spying on her as she moved in and unpacked, and noticed a cat tree. A cat person, eh? But he hadn't seen any cats around her place, which seemed... odd. But perhaps the cats were coming later. That worked in his favor; he'd become her new favorite and by the time her own cats arrived, Lucky would still have established himself.
Where he sat, he couldn't be missed. She had to come out sometime. His long, thick tail swished placidly; he blinked at a squirrel scuttling up the side of a tree and silently sniffed. Lesser animals were beneath his notice.
@Hana Choi @Kitryna