[o] if there's one thing i hang onto May 11, 2009 6:38:04 GMT -5
Post by Slate Snowbreeze on May 11, 2009 6:38:04 GMT -5
Jane used to love this season. She'd come home from her morning walk (during the time she could still leave the house) pick up Slate as he came to greet her and tell him how beautiful it was outside Then she'd continue on, describing every second of her walk, including a pretty pink flower she might have found, or a bird she saw in a birdbath on someone's lawn. Slate had always wanted to see it for himself, the Spring, and now he was. Only it had been different in his imagination--Jane had always been there with him.
Well, Jane was gone now. Someone took her away. He supposed he had been a little harsh on Alexandra, Jane's daughter, and Hannah, Jane's granddaughter, in running away. They were kind to him, Hannah was a sweet little girl, but he missed Jane. His Jane. In the while that he'd been wandering about, he still hadn't managed to find her.
Now, as the air started to warm against his short gray fur and he could see flowers starting to bloom and leaves growing on the trees, he felt closer to Jane than he had in a long time. Currently, he was making his way through Cheshire, a small town. It wasn't the exact town that Jane and Alexandra and Hannah lived in, but the brick walls that surrounded some houses soaked up heat like you wouldn't believe, and were quick comfortable to lay on. Slate was lying sprawled out on one such brick wall, blue eyes sparkling with excitement for the first time in a long time. The heat was making him lazy, and he figured he could be happy staying on that brick wall forever. As long as the sun kept shining, he's manage.
Slate turned to roll over, but then felt empty air beneath him. With a hiss, he went plummeting down into the garden below. Darn. There went his day of relaxation. Just as he was expecting, a woman came bolting out the from door, face angry as she yelled at him. "Get off my lawn, you stupid cat! Stop ruining my flowers!" Slate took one look at her red cheeks and leapt over the fence.
Well that sucked. Eh, at least he had the streets to walk along. Most people weren't as vicious as that woman was. He'd been verbally assaulted by her many times, but he couldn't help that her brick wall was the best.
Plus it was kind of fun to annoy her.
Slate licked his paw and swiped it over his ear a few times before continuing on to clean any dirt off of his pelt. Who wanted to look dirty? Just . . . no. He was remembering Jane, and Jane didn't like it when he wasn't clean. Not that his cleanliness was usually a problem--once upon a time he had been an "indoor cat."
When he was done licking his fur clean, Slate began to follow the curb of the street. It was still warm where he was walking, and he felt a purr begin to start in the back of his throat. Such a nice day . . .