Post by Sєяvαl on May 13, 2011 21:09:34 GMT -5
Serval padded down the road beside a Twoleg. The first victim of the day. "Mrrrow?" She purred to the Twoleg. The Twoleg laughed, stopping to bend down and pet her. But as the feminine Twoleg was stroking her back she saw her chance. In one slick and fluid movement she snapped her head up, grabbed the Twoleg's food, and sprinted to the alley.
She munched on her catch of the day. She purred, happy of her success. But she remembered the Twoleg's frightened face. She felt a laugh coming on. The Twoleg's face had twisted to show it's discontent when she stole it's "churro" as they called it. She laughed one last time and returned to eating her catch of the day.
She munched on her catch of the day. She purred, happy of her success. But she remembered the Twoleg's frightened face. She felt a laugh coming on. The Twoleg's face had twisted to show it's discontent when she stole it's "churro" as they called it. She laughed one last time and returned to eating her catch of the day.