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esmeiolantheThe prompt for this story was “Cat versus laser pointer” submitted by lilycobalt. This story fits the most recent chapter of Already in Progress.
Rating: Sim-R, for Sim-language
Dramatis Personae
Cat, a cat who has been enchanted to talk.
Abhijeet or possibly Leila, one of the humans who exists solely to wait on Cat and who doesn’t have anything to say and isn’t currently feeding Cat, and who can therefore be ignored as irrelevant.
Setting
The bedroom of the magical-Shankel home.
Cat slaps at the floor with a paw: first right, the left, then both together.
CAT: Censor blur! (scrabbles around the floor, batting furiously at something he doesn't seem able to catch) Flabnabbit! (skitters towards the far wall, turning with a backwards leap reaching overhead, fruitlessly) Frammit! You little woohooer! (pounces on one spot, then jumps to another) Stop running away, corrupt your files! (pounces) Got you! (whips his head around) How did you get through my paws?! (runs around in a tight circle) I got you, I got you, I got you -- censor blur! (pauses, then, craftily) Okay, you're going that way, so I'll go the other way... (does so, continuing in circles so tight that only his back legs are really moving) Come on, come on, comeoncomeoncomeon (pounces) Unclewoohooer! (bends almost in two to look under himself) There you are! Come to daddy... (swipes) You son of a glitch! (pulls his paws in to his stomach and rolls on to his back) There! I gotcha now, you filthy piece of code, I can see you right there... (attacks his own belly with all four sets of claws -- and freezes before uncoiling and righting himself) That didn't hurt. (licks a paw unconcernedly) And I didn't really want to catch it anyway. (saunters off in a cloud of injured dignity)
Rating: Sim-R, for Sim-language
Dramatis Personae
Cat, a cat who has been enchanted to talk.
Abhijeet or possibly Leila, one of the humans who exists solely to wait on Cat and who doesn’t have anything to say and isn’t currently feeding Cat, and who can therefore be ignored as irrelevant.
Setting
The bedroom of the magical-Shankel home.
Cat slaps at the floor with a paw: first right, the left, then both together.
CAT: Censor blur! (scrabbles around the floor, batting furiously at something he doesn't seem able to catch) Flabnabbit! (skitters towards the far wall, turning with a backwards leap reaching overhead, fruitlessly) Frammit! You little woohooer! (pounces on one spot, then jumps to another) Stop running away, corrupt your files! (pounces) Got you! (whips his head around) How did you get through my paws?! (runs around in a tight circle) I got you, I got you, I got you -- censor blur! (pauses, then, craftily) Okay, you're going that way, so I'll go the other way... (does so, continuing in circles so tight that only his back legs are really moving) Come on, come on, comeoncomeoncomeon (pounces) Unclewoohooer! (bends almost in two to look under himself) There you are! Come to daddy... (swipes) You son of a glitch! (pulls his paws in to his stomach and rolls on to his back) There! I gotcha now, you filthy piece of code, I can see you right there... (attacks his own belly with all four sets of claws -- and freezes before uncoiling and righting himself) That didn't hurt. (licks a paw unconcernedly) And I didn't really want to catch it anyway. (saunters off in a cloud of injured dignity)
