Post by Spiderfly on Sept 22, 2009 23:03:26 GMT -5
(I realize this may be hard to read? I wanted to do it as I got images from her in my head. To try and recreate her first bit of life as much as possible)
The vaguest memory of a black body stretched out beneath her tickled the edge of her brain. She had no word for this woman, she hadn't learned it yet. But the young cat had the feeling she should remember her.
The thought was gone, a warm nipple suddenly between her teeth. She sucked greedily, filling her small belly with the warm thick liquid. It didn't seem to matter that this milk came from a bottle, it was food. Full, so full. She yawned, stretching lazily in the odd smelling arms that surrounded her. The smell of . . bird? Didn't smell like her. But she was so tired. Her eyelids were so very very heavy. . .
Blackness. . . it washed over everything.
A soft-lined basket, a heron's face looking down at her from what seemed a very great height indeed. Emotions she didn't understand yet, and wouldn't remember by the time she would. Thoughts of the woman she had 'come' from were slowly beginning to fade as the days went by. This new place smelled odd. Smelled like a great many things she had no word for, no thought for. Everything was new.
The next memory she had was that of her stretching her front feet slowly. Her heavy claws hard to lift with her small toes. She found they were sharp. They stung when they rested on other parts of her body though they didn't seem to hurt her for a long time. She had nearly stopped choking on the fluid in her mouth now. Learning to swallow and breathe around it. Her vision was often obscured before the nice bird would come by and wipe some off her face.
The small cat wasn't sure why, but she'd try to make a noise instinctually every time he came near now. But it was a stuttered halting noise through the ever seeping fluid that surrounded her face.
What was that memory that tugged at the back of her mind? Something black. . . didn't know what it was. She forgot it entirely now. It wasn't important. Only the nice man was important.
Images started linking together now, sounds too. A pattern was forming in her mind that the sounds she heard from other's mouths were important. She tried to mimic them, but only seemed to make random mewls and hisses. She wasn't entirely sure what the sounds meant, but she was sure that they were important.
The nice man, the heron. . . father? Was that the sound he kept making at her when he was around? What did father mean?
A lot of the time there was another face. That of a rather brightly coloured woman. She wasn't like Father and herself. She was different, decidedly different. Her name was Beryl. Berry?
And one day she decided to show father that she understood, at least one of the sounds.
"Father?"
She said curiously, a bubbling sound, but hearable nonetheless. The now bigger small cat didn't understand the look on her Father's face. But now she knew that he was Father. And that the sound she had made was correct, she tried to learn more. It seemed to please Father.
Feryl."
"It's Beryl dear."
"Feryl!"
She was trying so hard, why did the front part of her mouth not want to meet quite the right way? She mewled and scratched at her bedding. She knew that she had to try harder.
"That's okay dear, you can keep trying"
She purred when the woman scratched the back of her neck, down into the fur. Though she wondered why the woman seemed to always avoid her face altogether. . .
"Beryl! Can we go outside? I swear my muscles are going to ATROPHY if I don't go outside."
The Kahmden lady smiled and shook her head disdainfully.
"You need to stop going through those books of your fathers dear, I'm not going to understand you soon and you're only 3!"
It was a game that Evaline had made up. Learn a new word, and use it around Beryl. It seemed to both anger and endear the woman all at the same time. She was kindly enough, but she did like when Father was around. They didn't play, but she learned from him. And his praise when she got it was like the most delicious cookie any child could imagine. She strove for it with everything she did.
The sitter sighed heavily, "Well outside then. We wouldn't want you to atrophy now would we?" And with that Evaline scooted outside.
The vaguest memory of a black body stretched out beneath her tickled the edge of her brain. She had no word for this woman, she hadn't learned it yet. But the young cat had the feeling she should remember her.
The thought was gone, a warm nipple suddenly between her teeth. She sucked greedily, filling her small belly with the warm thick liquid. It didn't seem to matter that this milk came from a bottle, it was food. Full, so full. She yawned, stretching lazily in the odd smelling arms that surrounded her. The smell of . . bird? Didn't smell like her. But she was so tired. Her eyelids were so very very heavy. . .
Blackness. . . it washed over everything.
A soft-lined basket, a heron's face looking down at her from what seemed a very great height indeed. Emotions she didn't understand yet, and wouldn't remember by the time she would. Thoughts of the woman she had 'come' from were slowly beginning to fade as the days went by. This new place smelled odd. Smelled like a great many things she had no word for, no thought for. Everything was new.
The next memory she had was that of her stretching her front feet slowly. Her heavy claws hard to lift with her small toes. She found they were sharp. They stung when they rested on other parts of her body though they didn't seem to hurt her for a long time. She had nearly stopped choking on the fluid in her mouth now. Learning to swallow and breathe around it. Her vision was often obscured before the nice bird would come by and wipe some off her face.
The small cat wasn't sure why, but she'd try to make a noise instinctually every time he came near now. But it was a stuttered halting noise through the ever seeping fluid that surrounded her face.
What was that memory that tugged at the back of her mind? Something black. . . didn't know what it was. She forgot it entirely now. It wasn't important. Only the nice man was important.
Images started linking together now, sounds too. A pattern was forming in her mind that the sounds she heard from other's mouths were important. She tried to mimic them, but only seemed to make random mewls and hisses. She wasn't entirely sure what the sounds meant, but she was sure that they were important.
The nice man, the heron. . . father? Was that the sound he kept making at her when he was around? What did father mean?
A lot of the time there was another face. That of a rather brightly coloured woman. She wasn't like Father and herself. She was different, decidedly different. Her name was Beryl. Berry?
And one day she decided to show father that she understood, at least one of the sounds.
"Father?"
She said curiously, a bubbling sound, but hearable nonetheless. The now bigger small cat didn't understand the look on her Father's face. But now she knew that he was Father. And that the sound she had made was correct, she tried to learn more. It seemed to please Father.
Feryl."
"It's Beryl dear."
"Feryl!"
She was trying so hard, why did the front part of her mouth not want to meet quite the right way? She mewled and scratched at her bedding. She knew that she had to try harder.
"That's okay dear, you can keep trying"
She purred when the woman scratched the back of her neck, down into the fur. Though she wondered why the woman seemed to always avoid her face altogether. . .
"Beryl! Can we go outside? I swear my muscles are going to ATROPHY if I don't go outside."
The Kahmden lady smiled and shook her head disdainfully.
"You need to stop going through those books of your fathers dear, I'm not going to understand you soon and you're only 3!"
It was a game that Evaline had made up. Learn a new word, and use it around Beryl. It seemed to both anger and endear the woman all at the same time. She was kindly enough, but she did like when Father was around. They didn't play, but she learned from him. And his praise when she got it was like the most delicious cookie any child could imagine. She strove for it with everything she did.
The sitter sighed heavily, "Well outside then. We wouldn't want you to atrophy now would we?" And with that Evaline scooted outside.
