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Thread #93036 Message #1794478
Posted By: MMario
27-Jul-06 - 08:49 AM
Thread Name: Fiction:The Woman in the Holler
Subject: RE: Fiction:The Woman in the Holler
From his perch in the silver maple Mjolnir (for that was the cats name) kept a weather eye on Cathy and the fool hound that lay at her feet. He groomed a bit more, not that it really improved his appearance, but a cat had to do certain things or people thought him strange. And Mjolnir was unusual enough for a cat without letting his behavior make people suspicious. Lean and long, he possessed the body type of a siamese temple cat, and the blue eyes to match. But his colouration was a deep rich ginger red - with darker auburn points and mask, feet and tail tip. There wasn't another cat in the holler or the state with his colouration, he thought proudly, though a few of his sons and grandsons or great-grandsons resembled him to some degree - they all showed some of the tabby striping of more ordinary felines, lacked the points and mask, or depth of colour.
Not a stripe marred the smooth flow of colour over Mjolnir's body - though more then a few scars made the fur lie less then perfectly. Many a night his distinctive yowl had broken the darkness as he fought, sometimes coons or possums, once a bear, and occasionally something else. Most of the scars came from those other times. He was far too skilled at combat to take injury from any normal fight. And those rare times were his duty, his privilige and his reason to be; first with Emma, then Cassie, now with Cathy.