Charlie finally found the fish market he'd been looking for, or maybe it was just one of many. He supposed it was possible that there was another fish market, but this was closest. Of course, in the City, closest was rather relative.
He started asking if anyone had seen a white cat, well groomed and wearing a collar with the name Lucy-Belle. A few of the fishmongers thought it was odd that a man in a suit would ask about a cat, but it took all kinds to make the City go round. Most thought it strange that the man would expect anyone to recognize a cat at a fish market; the place was crawling with cats.
Lucy-Belle was unaware of her pursuer; she supposed eventually someone would come looking for her, but she wasn't worried about it at the moment. She'd find her way home otherwise. She was a very intelligent cat after all. Her whiskers twitched a little at the idea of a living city; although, when she thought about it, she supposed that really all cities have a particular feel. Humans didn't pay attention to it, but animals, the smarter ones, did. But a city that had control...usually the humans were in more control. More whisker twitching indicated she was not at all comfortable with this.
"Fish?" She hadn't forgotten the "Beauty" female, but there was fish to be had. "They give you fish? I do not know. I live with two men. Mates, but they do not mate. They belong to each other. Like a dog's pack." Her ear twitched in slight disgust.