- Dec 12, 2022
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The morning sun filters in softly through her two-legs window, bathing her in its gentle light. She lays curled up in the middle of the bed that they share, surrounded on all sides by mounds of blankets not made as they hurried out of the house this morning to go do whatever it was two-legs did during the day. They had, of course, both cooed at her and gave her a couple of pats and a kiss on the head before they left as they always did and she had purred and mrrowed at them a couple of times for good measure. Like always they seemed reluctant to leave but like always they left anyways. Fanta is sad to see them go but she now has a friend to fill at least some of her lonely days. She stretches her limbs out in front of her and then stands, arching her back and pressing her ears against her skull then she turns and smoothes some of the fur on her back down. Figpaw was coming today and she wanted to look good for the red tabby!
After eating some pellets out of the bowl her two-legs leave out for her she heads out into the garden. Ever since meeting the clan cat, it is a place she finds herself in often. She perches on top of the fence that borders the perimeter of the garden and peers out into the forest, yellow eyes searching for the familiar face even on days she knows she is not coming. She knows better, but on those days she cannot help her heart aching. Today though was a day where she knew that eventually, she would be there. Her waiting today would not be in vain!
// @FIGPAW
