Posted at 2013-03-26 20:22:01 — Link
Quinoa nodded. "Yup. Somebody decided that cats like to stay up early..." She squealed as Cet's paws landed on her shoulders. Wings spread, he decended onto the rooftop.
" Well, it's not early anymore! I'm on second watch, you folks can head in for breakfast."
Gracie and Quinoa slunk down the trellis, with it's long-dead vines and ivy. It rattled alarmingly, under such little weight. The trellis appeared to ripple as Gracie changed her coat to match the pattern of peeling paint and brown twists of vines. She'd impersonated worse. Quinoa jumped the last few feet down, almost landing on a startled mouse. She chased it halfheartedly, but gave up. There was better food inside. Once inside the house, they made their way to the old dining room, with it's peeling paint and dusty chandeliers.
I call Vermillion "Vermi"
I occasionally use an IPad- please excuse spellcheck.