04-08-2020, 11:36 PM
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Then along came Simon.
Books failed to interest him as much as the local collection of both hardback and paperback seemed to allure his brothers. And now his sister. He couldn't place what was so entertaining about them. The little tabby attempted to try, staring at the bold lettering on a cover as though it were an unintelligible manuscript yet to be translated. The watercolor illustrations managed to captivate his pear-colored gaze, however, as with any colorful discovery would entrance the kitten.
The library was not so much colorful as it was earthen-toned and musty. Like dirt. But the dirt was nice, especially to dig in. And his father smelled like it too, prompting the boy to press his nose against the ground and snuffle around to imagine he was nestled at Dad's flank while he was off doing so-called medic chores. And it was dirt he tracked in as he trailed after the glimpse of his sister, feathery tail lazily swaying with his clumsy step.
Two of five siblings huddled beneath the shelves with an alleged uncle dwarfing their growing forms. As much as Aurum acted like an uncle and said he was an uncle, he didn't look like one. He wasn't really a cat like Mom or Dad; he was far too big! And he bossed him around when he wanted to play with the foaming tides. A pout overtook features still plump with baby fat, his disheveled tail drooping until the wispy end of fur slumped on the floor. Alice's bout of coughing brought his tail upward in alarm soon after, a striped flagpole signaling to absent parents that something bad was going to happen again.
Catching up to Ivan, Simon took to her other side, whiskers tickling her ear in concern. Her coughing was similar to his seashores, fits that couldn't be helped once onset beyond waiting until it ebbed away. Tufted ears pricked in curiosity as Aurum described a storybook, to which he wrinkled his nose. Princesses and dragons? Only the latter of the pair could be considered cool. The kitten blinked, not grasping how dense pages bound into one bland package could matter so much to someone. "Are there pictures?" came his soft query, bright eyes round with expectation as he craned his neck to view the lion's face in full.
Books failed to interest him as much as the local collection of both hardback and paperback seemed to allure his brothers. And now his sister. He couldn't place what was so entertaining about them. The little tabby attempted to try, staring at the bold lettering on a cover as though it were an unintelligible manuscript yet to be translated. The watercolor illustrations managed to captivate his pear-colored gaze, however, as with any colorful discovery would entrance the kitten.
The library was not so much colorful as it was earthen-toned and musty. Like dirt. But the dirt was nice, especially to dig in. And his father smelled like it too, prompting the boy to press his nose against the ground and snuffle around to imagine he was nestled at Dad's flank while he was off doing so-called medic chores. And it was dirt he tracked in as he trailed after the glimpse of his sister, feathery tail lazily swaying with his clumsy step.
Two of five siblings huddled beneath the shelves with an alleged uncle dwarfing their growing forms. As much as Aurum acted like an uncle and said he was an uncle, he didn't look like one. He wasn't really a cat like Mom or Dad; he was far too big! And he bossed him around when he wanted to play with the foaming tides. A pout overtook features still plump with baby fat, his disheveled tail drooping until the wispy end of fur slumped on the floor. Alice's bout of coughing brought his tail upward in alarm soon after, a striped flagpole signaling to absent parents that something bad was going to happen again.
Catching up to Ivan, Simon took to her other side, whiskers tickling her ear in concern. Her coughing was similar to his seashores, fits that couldn't be helped once onset beyond waiting until it ebbed away. Tufted ears pricked in curiosity as Aurum described a storybook, to which he wrinkled his nose. Princesses and dragons? Only the latter of the pair could be considered cool. The kitten blinked, not grasping how dense pages bound into one bland package could matter so much to someone. "Are there pictures?" came his soft query, bright eyes round with expectation as he craned his neck to view the lion's face in full.