Ted (i_worknumbers) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-04-12 16:37:00 |
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Ted and Charlie Get A Cat (Narrative)
Ted had spent his morning looking at bookstores for cat books. He had only bought one, but from what he'd gleaned from others, cats weren't exactly the hardest thing in the world to take care of. They were independent. They had very basic needs like food and water and somewhere to use the bathroom. The rest of it they could really take care of themselves. And from what he could tell, from the books, they could actually take care of all of it themselves, but if you wanted to keep one as a pet, the nicer you were the more likely you would reap the benefits of cat love.
Though he saw that it was easy and though Charlie seemed to have confidence, Ted still worried about having to take care of another living thing. But the house did seem pretty empty now. He'd gotten used to having two women and a wolf running around, and now it was back to him and Charlie and nobody else. Not even a horse.
About mid-afternoon, Ted decided that he was just going to go for it. He was going to find a cat and take it home. His first thought was a human society or pound situation, where he would be rescuing a cat from certain doom, but the City didn't seem to have one of those. Which made a certain sort of sense, he supposed. All the animals here were wanted, if by nothing else, than by the City itself. The next step was a pet store. But he didn't find any cats there that he bonded with. They were all kittens, really, and Ted wasn't sure he was ready for a kitten. Kittens were small and fragile.
The last stop he made, and he'd decided he would be giving up if he didn't find a cat here, was some place called Kelly's Kitty Korner. Ted would never understand why businesses would willingly take on the triple K initials, it was like nobody really thought about the implications of it. As if the KKK were something in the very distant past instead of rampant everywhere. He'd met a few members in prison, and they weren't exactly pleasant people. He also detested the use of the K instead of a C in corner, but that was really just being nitpicky.
Inside there were cats of all shapes and sizes. Ted was a little overwhelmed. But Kelly, the owner and manager, put him at ease. She said that all the cats were super friendly and super lovey and really super. Ted wondered if she'd eaten many paint chips as a child. But she was correct. Cats came up to him left and right, smelling him, letting him pet them. As each cat had its turn, Ted became more comfortable with the idea.
Then a very fluffy white cat sauntered up to him. She jumped into his lap and laid down, purring louder than anything he'd heard in his life.
"Oh, that's Lucy-Belle." Kelly told him. "She just wandered in one day. I think she likes you."
"Yeah." Ted nodded. "I think I like her too."