Post by Harpsdesire on Mar 1, 2011 22:52:17 GMT -5
Cal fumbled with the buckles a little before he managed to get the toy tail on Fiasco properly. His own made a tiny tingly feeling around his neck that wasn't unpleasant, and about which he had forgotten when Lauriel came into the room and say the pelts. Her negative reaction greatly amplified how worried he was about the discolored skins.
As more people rushed into the bedroom, Cal made a little almost birdlike sound of distress. What they found must have been terribly, terribly bad to be attracting so much attention! If they knew that he was Bad too, they might want to blame things, whatever they were, on him! Since the door out of the room was blocked by the influx of adults, and the space was getting quite crowded, Cal retreated to the closet.
It didn't seem an especially special closet, although it was the first one he had personally seen, but it was full of clothing on hangers, a few pairs of shoes on the floor (and these did not smell nearly so much as the nasty Selkie pelts) and various boxes and odds and ends on shelves. He crouched down under these for a moment, collecting himself. Then he remembered something. They had found The Bad! This meant that it was time for Cat's special food!
If he didn't hurry, he might miss out on the chance to try such a rare thing. And honestly, he was hungry. Cal was able to see through the half open door that he had a straight shot back to where Cat was standing. Time to tell Cat it was time for food.
Straightening up too quickly to make his way back to the other two cannibals, Cal knocked his head hard on the shelf above him. He squalled as a rain of shoe boxes dumped an assortment of slippers, some old letters, a roll of tape, a hairbrush and other assorted sundries on his head and back. ”Ah! Boxes no!” He did his best to fend off the falling objects with a swipe of his paws, succeeding only in knocking a few more things off the now-precariously slanted shelves.
As more people rushed into the bedroom, Cal made a little almost birdlike sound of distress. What they found must have been terribly, terribly bad to be attracting so much attention! If they knew that he was Bad too, they might want to blame things, whatever they were, on him! Since the door out of the room was blocked by the influx of adults, and the space was getting quite crowded, Cal retreated to the closet.
It didn't seem an especially special closet, although it was the first one he had personally seen, but it was full of clothing on hangers, a few pairs of shoes on the floor (and these did not smell nearly so much as the nasty Selkie pelts) and various boxes and odds and ends on shelves. He crouched down under these for a moment, collecting himself. Then he remembered something. They had found The Bad! This meant that it was time for Cat's special food!
If he didn't hurry, he might miss out on the chance to try such a rare thing. And honestly, he was hungry. Cal was able to see through the half open door that he had a straight shot back to where Cat was standing. Time to tell Cat it was time for food.
Straightening up too quickly to make his way back to the other two cannibals, Cal knocked his head hard on the shelf above him. He squalled as a rain of shoe boxes dumped an assortment of slippers, some old letters, a roll of tape, a hairbrush and other assorted sundries on his head and back. ”Ah! Boxes no!” He did his best to fend off the falling objects with a swipe of his paws, succeeding only in knocking a few more things off the now-precariously slanted shelves.