Mocha had snuck out again. It was so very unlike her, in the past few days she had left her twolegs den more times than she had in the rest of her entire life. She just could not stand to stay in her twoleg's empty den any longer. Without Biscuit to keep her company, there was little else to do but plan her next escape. The climb out the window had become routine. She liked to think that he would be proud of how good at it she had become.
Biscuit had told her many times about the strange cats that lived beyond twolegplace. His stories had been too wild for her to believe, and now she wanted to judge for herself. Whatever the truth of these ruffian cats was, they would doubtless make for better company than her empty den. Following what she remembered of his words, she had ventured further from her home than she had ever been.
"Whew." She paused for a moment, breathing in and out slowly. "My word, would it be such trouble for these wild cats to live a touch closer to home?" Mocha muttered to herself. While Biscuit had been slim and sporty she was plump and pretty, and so following in his pawprints was a difficult task. This little adventure was taking its toll on her, her paws were killing her and her tongue was drying up. While she loved her thick and fluffy coat dearly, it was doing her no favors in this overbearing heat. She had half a mind to turn around and call this whole affair a failure. Unfortunately, her thirst for company was the only thing that matched her actual thirst. If she turned around now she'd be spending another night alone in her twoleg's den, hopelessly lonely. One conversation, however short, would be enough to help her sleep much sounder tonight.
Mocha plopped down onto her hindquarters. Her collar's bell rang out in protest at the dirt she was getting in her fur, but she ignored it. She would have plenty of time to clean up back in her lonely den, and right now she needed rest. Until she had recovered, she wasn't moving an inch. Once she had a moment to collect herself, maybe she could push on.
Biscuit had told her many times about the strange cats that lived beyond twolegplace. His stories had been too wild for her to believe, and now she wanted to judge for herself. Whatever the truth of these ruffian cats was, they would doubtless make for better company than her empty den. Following what she remembered of his words, she had ventured further from her home than she had ever been.
"Whew." She paused for a moment, breathing in and out slowly. "My word, would it be such trouble for these wild cats to live a touch closer to home?" Mocha muttered to herself. While Biscuit had been slim and sporty she was plump and pretty, and so following in his pawprints was a difficult task. This little adventure was taking its toll on her, her paws were killing her and her tongue was drying up. While she loved her thick and fluffy coat dearly, it was doing her no favors in this overbearing heat. She had half a mind to turn around and call this whole affair a failure. Unfortunately, her thirst for company was the only thing that matched her actual thirst. If she turned around now she'd be spending another night alone in her twoleg's den, hopelessly lonely. One conversation, however short, would be enough to help her sleep much sounder tonight.
Mocha plopped down onto her hindquarters. Her collar's bell rang out in protest at the dirt she was getting in her fur, but she ignored it. She would have plenty of time to clean up back in her lonely den, and right now she needed rest. Until she had recovered, she wasn't moving an inch. Once she had a moment to collect herself, maybe she could push on.
