Karate Cat
That cat guy
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It was another boring day for the cat.
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Purring, stretching, yawning, Sir Catirahl the Brave (self-named) slowly rose from beneath the fluffy configuration of pillows left by the humans last night. It was time to say bye-bye to the house, not that he knew the human well in the first place. Just another place to take shelter and free food during the night. Humans...all he need to do was purring and rubbing on their feet and lo, came food in silver platter. Of course, he showed courtesy to their generosity by refraining himself of pooping indoor. He would do it later on the street.
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He climbed into the roofwork, a maze-like constructs made of wooden planks situated to help workers when they had to repair people's houses from above. Walking on ground was much like a survival contest, especially in bright days like this where crowds of humans swarmed the road, the wave occasionally opened up to give way to those rackety moving things pulled by horses which the humans called as "cart".
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A cat knows better route. Up here, on the roof's side, is a safer, faster walk to take. Sadly there was no bird to prey upon. They must have fled upon hearing the great Catirahl the Brave's coming. He stopped his trek when the planks reached their end. To reach to the roofwork at the house across would require him to make a huge leap. He did it everyday, but for now he decided to just sit down and rest. It was a hobby of his, perched up there soaking the sunlight while watching the business of humans frolicking under. He was confused with how humans always going through their day without stopping for a second, running their body until there was nothing left to run. It felt like a tiring life.
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But deep down he knew that it was an exciting life, far more than his own boring existence. In his feline heart flared the fire of adventure, a desire to reach a higher place. To escape this life halfly-made of being humanity's pet and have his own adventure. Like those adventurers he would watch inside the bar he frequented (for free milk from the owner), for whom awe was given for their stories, although mostly embellished, of days outside the safety of city walls. Of creatures they've encountered and monsters they had slained. A romantic tale of bravery and perseverance.
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The cat sighed. As if that would happen at this idyllic city. The best excitement he could hope would be if that butcher would give him some bits of meat later on. Hmmm...meat would be nice for days like this...yeah, meat...
</p>
It was another boring day for the cat.
</p>
<p>
Purring, stretching, yawning, Sir Catirahl the Brave (self-named) slowly rose from beneath the fluffy configuration of pillows left by the humans last night. It was time to say bye-bye to the house, not that he knew the human well in the first place. Just another place to take shelter and free food during the night. Humans...all he need to do was purring and rubbing on their feet and lo, came food in silver platter. Of course, he showed courtesy to their generosity by refraining himself of pooping indoor. He would do it later on the street.
</p>
<p>
He climbed into the roofwork, a maze-like constructs made of wooden planks situated to help workers when they had to repair people's houses from above. Walking on ground was much like a survival contest, especially in bright days like this where crowds of humans swarmed the road, the wave occasionally opened up to give way to those rackety moving things pulled by horses which the humans called as "cart".
</p>
<p>
A cat knows better route. Up here, on the roof's side, is a safer, faster walk to take. Sadly there was no bird to prey upon. They must have fled upon hearing the great Catirahl the Brave's coming. He stopped his trek when the planks reached their end. To reach to the roofwork at the house across would require him to make a huge leap. He did it everyday, but for now he decided to just sit down and rest. It was a hobby of his, perched up there soaking the sunlight while watching the business of humans frolicking under. He was confused with how humans always going through their day without stopping for a second, running their body until there was nothing left to run. It felt like a tiring life.
</p>
<p>
But deep down he knew that it was an exciting life, far more than his own boring existence. In his feline heart flared the fire of adventure, a desire to reach a higher place. To escape this life halfly-made of being humanity's pet and have his own adventure. Like those adventurers he would watch inside the bar he frequented (for free milk from the owner), for whom awe was given for their stories, although mostly embellished, of days outside the safety of city walls. Of creatures they've encountered and monsters they had slained. A romantic tale of bravery and perseverance.
</p>
<p>
The cat sighed. As if that would happen at this idyllic city. The best excitement he could hope would be if that butcher would give him some bits of meat later on. Hmmm...meat would be nice for days like this...yeah, meat...
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