Aloft
04-15-2018, 07:53 PM
Nestled contentedly on a pine bough, Casanova was blissful ignorant of Akselle's presence. Ignorance that was short lived as the cat clamored noisily into the same tree. The jaguarundi sent the branches swaying just enough to rouse the sleepy panda. He groaned unhappily and uncurled before stretching and cracking open one sleepy eye. The sound of a barbed tongue on fur alerted him to the identity of the branch-shaker before he laid an eye on him. The cat. With eyes still bleary, Casanova flopped a paw around blindly until it landed on a pine cone. He seized it gleefully (and perhaps a tiny bit maliciously) and sent it flying in Akselle's direction. The shot was likely to go wild, but he wasn't too concerned with hitting his fellow thief. No, he was simply trying to make a point. "It's the middle of the day," he said saucily, "Some of us are trying to sleep. If you're going to flop around like a cat, do it in another tree, please." |
Armando has a female tufted titmouse companion. It doesn't have a name because it's dumb and doesn't deserve one. Assume it's with him always.