03-25-2020, 12:10 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]winnie hopes that eventually , she could direct the cat away from her. she strokes it's fur with soft murmurs of, ' go along now, kitty. ' but the cat stands its ground; she doesn't think she's ever heard a cat purr this loud. not only that , but they have company now. mickey is stood not too far off where she's crouched making this ... complicated. how endearing it must have looked, to see her with a mangy stray who seems to have taken towards her. it'd definitely make her guilty if she were to hastily turn him away.
"uh . . . yeah," she says sheepishly, her face not too far off from the color of her favorite red lipstick. "but really, i just think he likes the food I give him. i've been kind of.. feeding the strays for a week now." and this little one , she doesn't remember being as persistent. maybe he figured the way of getting first dibs was was to follow her home. smart , she had to admit.
green is soon to follow. they say a person chooses their dog but a cat chooses their person. she's never heard such a thing said before , but it makes sense. only briefly does the stray look towards the newcomers before pushing its head onto her hand once more. she couldn't stand here all day, though. sighing, winnie picks up her supplies, the cat backing up accordingly, peering up at her with a flick of its tail. "a name. . ." she murmurs. "jack... owen... no" she thinks, not wanting it to be something simple or unoriginal. as she racks her brain, her thoughts roll back to synopsis of movies she used to read, of actors names sprawled in big letters. "how about fleas witherspoon?" her eyes light up , obviously proud of the punny name , looking over at the two other men for approval.
"uh . . . yeah," she says sheepishly, her face not too far off from the color of her favorite red lipstick. "but really, i just think he likes the food I give him. i've been kind of.. feeding the strays for a week now." and this little one , she doesn't remember being as persistent. maybe he figured the way of getting first dibs was was to follow her home. smart , she had to admit.
green is soon to follow. they say a person chooses their dog but a cat chooses their person. she's never heard such a thing said before , but it makes sense. only briefly does the stray look towards the newcomers before pushing its head onto her hand once more. she couldn't stand here all day, though. sighing, winnie picks up her supplies, the cat backing up accordingly, peering up at her with a flick of its tail. "a name. . ." she murmurs. "jack... owen... no" she thinks, not wanting it to be something simple or unoriginal. as she racks her brain, her thoughts roll back to synopsis of movies she used to read, of actors names sprawled in big letters. "how about fleas witherspoon?" her eyes light up , obviously proud of the punny name , looking over at the two other men for approval.
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