Post by Goldenbird on Dec 9, 2017 6:16:20 GMT
Shortcake could feel the vibrations under foot as his twoleg owners moved swiftly around the house; their shoes clacking and clicking loudly against the hardwood. The tiny kit’s ears pricked and he rose his head from the soft cat bed that he had taken to napping on. As young as he was, he knew it was unusual to hear their steps so quickly and loud; this sound meant that they were preparing to leave the nest and disappear, only to come back when the windows grew darker.
Where did they go when they stepped out of the swinging door? What did his owners do all day, and why was he supposed to stay here? The kit didn’t quite understand it; they seemed happy when they were in the nest, so it must not be because they wanted to leave, right? Hmm…
Shortcake’s piping questions were soon forgotten as the door shut tight, shaking the frame of the house, and the sound of footsteps soon faded. He opened his eyes brown wide as he listened carefully until he was certain that they were gone. Silence…
Quickly he scrambled to the edge of his bed. Lined along the side of the pillows were various plush toys. He looked to each one of them with his face scrunched in concentration, before grasping and tugging at his favorite; a cloth-sewn white cat with beady eyes. It was only slightly smaller than himself, which caused some struggle when he tried to carry it around. Perhaps when he was bigger and stronger, it would be easier to carry.
The tom kit gripped his teeth around the ear of his toy and waggled his tail as he clumsily drug the stuffed toy across the floor, away from his bed, and through the kitchen. Here, he knew of a secret place, and now that his owners were gone, they wouldn’t find out where it was.
The kit stopped at the corner where a small, low-set window was located right beside the counter. A chair made the perfect step stool to jump up to, though it became harder to accomplish while lugging his toy in his mouth. As he tottered to lift his toy, he could feel the cool breeze blowing and tickling his soft fur. The window was open- well, partially. The hard see-through barrier had been pulled back, leaving this thin layer of rough webbing stretched between. He didn’t know what it was exactly, only that the outside of the nest seemed so much closer, and yet he still couldn’t pass through.
That was, until he had discovered the secret. It was so secret, that he was sure no one knew about it. At the corner of the webbing was a small hole that he could just fit his tiny paw through. He had worked hard trying to pry it and pull it, even to wiggle through it. Eventually, he had found that the corner of the frame had come loose, and if he bumped against it hard enough, the corner would give way just enough for him to squeeze through.
Of course, this would be the first time he had been brave enough to try it fully; he had been too scared the last time of what it was like outside of the nest. Today though, his kit-like curiosity had gotten the best of him, and it helped that he was bringing along his very best stuffed pal.
“Ok Mr. Snow, it's time to do it! We are going to go out there, and it won't be scary!" The kit chattered to the stuffed cat, who merely remained stationary in response. Shortcake frowned and scrunched his nose, lashing his tail with impatience. "I said, it WON'T be scary! Come on, let's go!" The kit tugged at the paw, pulling the plush toy with him as he shoved his weight against the corner of the frame. It took a couple of pushes, but soon the white kit and toy toppled through and over the sill, landing with a muffled rustle into a pile of leaves.
"Pfft! Yuck!" The kit stuck his tongue as the leaf bits stuck to his fur and slipped and slid under his paws. Mr. Snow didn't look any better with leaf bits clinging to his fabric. Shortcake flailed through the slippery, rustling sea to pull his friend to safety in the grass.
