Jingle Jingle~
Mocha's bell rang out clearly as she pulled herself up onto of the dresser with a grunt of effort. "Oh, hush you." She muttered under her breath, glancing up at her reflection in the window to give her collar a rueful look. Her and the little accessory usually got along wonderfully. Ever since her twolegs had first given it to her, she had treasured it as a sign of their affection for her. It was also a very practical gift; the ringing of its bell made it much easier to get the attention of her twolges so that they could attend to her needs.
But attention was the least thing she needed while she tried to sneak out.
Mocha was just so lonely. Oh, how she wished her old friend Biscuit were still with her. Even if he had been quite a miscreant, sneaking out every night. Though she had disapproved, she had done nothing to stop him. They had grown up together, and she had not wanted to ruin their relationship. As long as he had repaid her kindness with stories of her adventures, they had gotten along just fine. But he was gone, their twolegs had taken him one day and returned without him. Ever since then Mocha had desperately missed his stories. She had never been alone before. Without anyone to talk to she would surely languish and pass away.
Biscuit had shown her how he got out every night; this window, which their twolegs thought too high to reach. This was higher than she had ever gotten. With a lot of effort, she had managed to ascend the series of open drawers in a desperate scramble. Now, she took a moment to catch her breath as she assessed the window above her. It was slightly ajar, and the gap looked just wide enough for her to squeeze through.
With a breath to steady her nerves, she pulled herself up onto the windowsill and scrambled through the window. She got about halfway before she got stuck. "Ah... oh, oh dear. Oh my, oh goodness." With each word Mocha's alarm grew as she attempted to wiggle free. Her paws flailed against the open air in front of her. There was a tree branch beneath her, but it was too far to reach, and even if she manged to push through she was afraid she'd miss it and fall to her death. With mounting panic she tried to pull back, more than content to go back and forget the whole idea at this point, but she could not manage to do that either. She was stuck fast. "Can someone please help me? Anyone? Please?"
Mocha's bell rang out clearly as she pulled herself up onto of the dresser with a grunt of effort. "Oh, hush you." She muttered under her breath, glancing up at her reflection in the window to give her collar a rueful look. Her and the little accessory usually got along wonderfully. Ever since her twolegs had first given it to her, she had treasured it as a sign of their affection for her. It was also a very practical gift; the ringing of its bell made it much easier to get the attention of her twolges so that they could attend to her needs.
But attention was the least thing she needed while she tried to sneak out.
Mocha was just so lonely. Oh, how she wished her old friend Biscuit were still with her. Even if he had been quite a miscreant, sneaking out every night. Though she had disapproved, she had done nothing to stop him. They had grown up together, and she had not wanted to ruin their relationship. As long as he had repaid her kindness with stories of her adventures, they had gotten along just fine. But he was gone, their twolegs had taken him one day and returned without him. Ever since then Mocha had desperately missed his stories. She had never been alone before. Without anyone to talk to she would surely languish and pass away.
Biscuit had shown her how he got out every night; this window, which their twolegs thought too high to reach. This was higher than she had ever gotten. With a lot of effort, she had managed to ascend the series of open drawers in a desperate scramble. Now, she took a moment to catch her breath as she assessed the window above her. It was slightly ajar, and the gap looked just wide enough for her to squeeze through.
With a breath to steady her nerves, she pulled herself up onto the windowsill and scrambled through the window. She got about halfway before she got stuck. "Ah... oh, oh dear. Oh my, oh goodness." With each word Mocha's alarm grew as she attempted to wiggle free. Her paws flailed against the open air in front of her. There was a tree branch beneath her, but it was too far to reach, and even if she manged to push through she was afraid she'd miss it and fall to her death. With mounting panic she tried to pull back, more than content to go back and forget the whole idea at this point, but she could not manage to do that either. She was stuck fast. "Can someone please help me? Anyone? Please?"