10-10-2018, 10:25 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Watson raised his grey eyes upward to look at the first cat that had approached them. He was relieved to be treated in such a kind way. The ginger kitten’s whiskers twitched and he glanced confidently at his companion before replying, ”This is Ollie, and I’m Watson, or er, sometimes called John.”
Waston leapt back, startled that a puppy was talking to him. He had only ever seen dogs as savage creatures. His mother had always hissed at them to go away. The Manx cat’s pale fur was fluffled up and his ears laid back. When he suddenly realized that he was not going to be eaten by the young dog, he relaxed and leaned forward to sniff Azazel. ”Ah ... hallo.” His attention turned to the quiet, but pretty female kitten. He stood still, before dragging his gaze back to Onision. ”We’d ... we’d like a place to stay ...”
Waston leapt back, startled that a puppy was talking to him. He had only ever seen dogs as savage creatures. His mother had always hissed at them to go away. The Manx cat’s pale fur was fluffled up and his ears laid back. When he suddenly realized that he was not going to be eaten by the young dog, he relaxed and leaned forward to sniff Azazel. ”Ah ... hallo.” His attention turned to the quiet, but pretty female kitten. He stood still, before dragging his gaze back to Onision. ”We’d ... we’d like a place to stay ...”