Felines

Shayla's not the only pet Master's got. He's also got a tabby cat, 3 years old. She didn't think much of shayla at first, but, like all cats, adapted to the new addition to the house with relative ease.

And for the past month or so has been in heat. Shayla's not been around un-fixed female cats for a while but a month? Isn't that a bit much? Apparently not for her. She'll spend hours in the bedroom windowsill, yowling and calling for hours at a time. It's loud enough it's even come to start getting on shayla's nerves. Saturday night when shayla came home, though, it was too silent in the house, and no sign of the cat. Shayla is very careful of other people's property to begin with, and more so with her Master's things. So after changing clothes shayla went cat-hunting. Went through all the rooms, checked behind doors, called her, looked in closets, nothing. Not a sign of MamaCat anywhere. By now shayla was certain that the cat'd slipped out at some time. And the cat's howling was conspicuously absent that night. When Master got home shayla let him know that his cat had flown the coop. Master wasn't worried much, and neither was shayla.

The next day we went about our business, ran errands and so forth. The whole time both of us kept an eye out for the cat. No sign, though. No sign of the cat. By now Master'd written her off as lost. Finally in the evening while shayla was getting dinner ready she heard a strange scratching at the coat closet door. Upon opening the door out pops a very po'd, very hungry and thristy MamaCat. When Master had gotten his jacket out of the closet the night before the cat decided to take the opprotunity to go exploring, only to get shut in for a day. The whole time she'd not made a sound.

But she was alright, merely hungry and Not Pleased. Shortly after she filled her empty belly she resumed her place on the bedroom windowsill and begun the howling and calling to potential mates. A whole day shut in a closet and not a sound, only to sit in the window and howl less than 10 minutes after being let out. The next morning she did pause in her singing to sidle up to Master, settle on his chest, and express her displeasure towards him for shutting her up in that windowless, foodless room in true cat fashion by marking him as her territory. Shayla's certain you can understand what's involved when a cat marks their territory. Ugh.

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