Chernabog
They Look Like Monsters to You?
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"Come on, cutie! Come get some love." The man cooed, even rubbing his downward-pointed fingertips together in a friendly manner.
In the distance, a lone gray tabby cat observed him suspiciously with peridot-colored eyes. But the way the cat bobbed its head to get a better look, even rubbed itself against a post it stood near; all good signs.
Even perhaps... flirting.
"Come on, I'm a friend." The man continued to say with a smile, lowering himself into a squat, sitting upon his own haunches. He was a 'cat dad' after all, and he knew how to attract the furry creatures who all seemed to know he was an ally of their kind. A hand was offered again; one that could give the best scritches if allowed.
The tabby continued to rub its head against the post it stood near, eyeing him from the side. But its tail raised at the human's welcoming voice, like a flag of further interest.
"Come onnnn... I know you're interested. You don't have to play hard to get."
But 'hard to get' was the name of the game when it came to many stray cats. It was clear the cat was certainly interested in the man, but this human was going to have to work for it, extend a true offer of trust in order to indeed get the cat's blessings to be touched: A most sacred offer that no human should take lightly.
The cat walked a few steps towards him... only to flop onto the ground on it's side, rolling on the ground and staring at the human as it did.
"Tch. Now that's not even fair." The man said. He knew this was a precarious situation. The cat could be asking for him to come to it for pets, or, this could be a test. It was now a stand-off. A test of wills.
The cat playfully continued to roll about, flopping its body this way and that. Every few seconds or so, it would look up at the man behind it: Gauging his temptation.
Not being able to resist, slowly the man shifted his body to start to move: But almost immediately it became clear this was just that: a test. The cat jumped up upon seeing his movement but stayed in place, tail slowly waggling back and forth like a undulating snake.
Not wanting to scare the creature after so much effort, the man carefully leaned back onto his haunches, resuming his crouched position. "Pspspsps..." The man lured gently, rubbing his fingertips together again. "See? Not going to come grab you."
The tabby's green eyes seemed to process the man again, and what was going on in that fuzzy little head, the human could never know. But he was met with a small 'mrrp' trill from the cat and slowly, it sauntered towards him.
Yes. Finally. Success.
Victory was soon about to be in his grasp; in the form of soft gray and black striped fur that he could carefully pet and appreciated as a token of newfound friendship.
Closer and closer the cat came, within just an arm length's away, its head coming towards those fingers to present its ears to be scratched behind. Eye contact was made. A mutual understanding. An agreement. A treaty.
But suddenly... the tabby bolted past the man, a streak of gray in its speed as it disappeared in the brush behind him never to be seen again.
Staring at the void in which the cat once was a mere inches away, the man's lips parted and breathed out in his shock and disbelief.
Denial. Betrayal. The forming friendship? Gone. Slipped through his fingers.
The human's body sunk forward from his crouch, landing on his knees as his body fell forward, gripping the grass between his fingers.
Head hanging down, he closed his eyes. Heaven wept. The blooming treaty had been broken before it could even begin.
After many long minutes to get over his initial grief, the man sat back up, sitting on his feet as he stared at the sky.
Why had he been forsaken? What had he done to anger the feline gods? Was this punishment from Bastet herself? Was it because he denied his own Mrs. Fluff 'n Stuff an extra portion of tuna from the night before?
This was a day to be remembered.
A day of denial. A day of betrayal. A day off futility.
Another day that the Pact of the Pspspsps was severed.
In the distance, a lone gray tabby cat observed him suspiciously with peridot-colored eyes. But the way the cat bobbed its head to get a better look, even rubbed itself against a post it stood near; all good signs.
Even perhaps... flirting.
"Come on, I'm a friend." The man continued to say with a smile, lowering himself into a squat, sitting upon his own haunches. He was a 'cat dad' after all, and he knew how to attract the furry creatures who all seemed to know he was an ally of their kind. A hand was offered again; one that could give the best scritches if allowed.
The tabby continued to rub its head against the post it stood near, eyeing him from the side. But its tail raised at the human's welcoming voice, like a flag of further interest.
"Come onnnn... I know you're interested. You don't have to play hard to get."
But 'hard to get' was the name of the game when it came to many stray cats. It was clear the cat was certainly interested in the man, but this human was going to have to work for it, extend a true offer of trust in order to indeed get the cat's blessings to be touched: A most sacred offer that no human should take lightly.
The cat walked a few steps towards him... only to flop onto the ground on it's side, rolling on the ground and staring at the human as it did.
"Tch. Now that's not even fair." The man said. He knew this was a precarious situation. The cat could be asking for him to come to it for pets, or, this could be a test. It was now a stand-off. A test of wills.
The cat playfully continued to roll about, flopping its body this way and that. Every few seconds or so, it would look up at the man behind it: Gauging his temptation.
Not being able to resist, slowly the man shifted his body to start to move: But almost immediately it became clear this was just that: a test. The cat jumped up upon seeing his movement but stayed in place, tail slowly waggling back and forth like a undulating snake.
Not wanting to scare the creature after so much effort, the man carefully leaned back onto his haunches, resuming his crouched position. "Pspspsps..." The man lured gently, rubbing his fingertips together again. "See? Not going to come grab you."
The tabby's green eyes seemed to process the man again, and what was going on in that fuzzy little head, the human could never know. But he was met with a small 'mrrp' trill from the cat and slowly, it sauntered towards him.
Yes. Finally. Success.
Victory was soon about to be in his grasp; in the form of soft gray and black striped fur that he could carefully pet and appreciated as a token of newfound friendship.
Closer and closer the cat came, within just an arm length's away, its head coming towards those fingers to present its ears to be scratched behind. Eye contact was made. A mutual understanding. An agreement. A treaty.
But suddenly... the tabby bolted past the man, a streak of gray in its speed as it disappeared in the brush behind him never to be seen again.
Staring at the void in which the cat once was a mere inches away, the man's lips parted and breathed out in his shock and disbelief.
Denial. Betrayal. The forming friendship? Gone. Slipped through his fingers.
The human's body sunk forward from his crouch, landing on his knees as his body fell forward, gripping the grass between his fingers.
Head hanging down, he closed his eyes. Heaven wept. The blooming treaty had been broken before it could even begin.
After many long minutes to get over his initial grief, the man sat back up, sitting on his feet as he stared at the sky.
Why had he been forsaken? What had he done to anger the feline gods? Was this punishment from Bastet herself? Was it because he denied his own Mrs. Fluff 'n Stuff an extra portion of tuna from the night before?
This was a day to be remembered.
A day of denial. A day of betrayal. A day off futility.
Another day that the Pact of the Pspspsps was severed.