Post by Tiger on Jul 27, 2008 11:39:46 GMT -5
Henry lazily slunk through the tall, unkempt grass of the yard. He had been bored with the barn and its lack of events as of lately, so he had decided to venture into the neat, tidy, picturesque row of twoleg houses. It ain't New York but it's something. The loner hopped up on a backyard wooden fence and lifted his nose to the sky before scenting the air. He smelled other cats, but the scents were mangled with monster smell and meat cooking over a charcoal fire. "Ugh..." So Henry contented himself with sitting on a post and surveying the chain-link kingdom all around him. "An' dey think us city cats are like these kittypets when dey hear I lived wiff a twoleg. Hmph. This'd be sucha easy place to survive."