"The morning light shines on the other side of my rested eyelids. They rise, and the golden light of day floods my senses. My limbs stretch out and away from each other, pulling my muscles out and prepping them for the fun-filled day ahead. I roll onto my stomach and gaze out across the yard.
Green grass and bushes grow wildly everywhere, calling my name, enticing me with their plush goodness, always a new adventure to be had in them. My ears twitch this way and that, listening to the morning sounds. Birds sit in the trees, entertaining me with their songs. I look up and watch them intently. Lifting myself off the ground, I keep my eyes glued to the birds.
A bee zooms by my face, catching my eye. Claws extended, I swipe at the bee in every attempt to get it to the ground. The fuzzy black and yellow insect buzzes along, evading my attempts at grounding it. After a bit, a flash of black and orange flutters by. A butterfly moves gracefully away from me, but I chase after it, batting at it playfully, careful not to hit it down or hurt it. A motorboat purr comes out from my throat as I pursue the flying bug. It flies up and over a brick wall, and my fun comes to an abrupt end. A new sound fills my ears.
My human emerges from the house. Adorned in thick gloves and dense denim jeans, I know what today is. Today is yard work day. My kitten-like meow catches her attention and she approaches me. Stroking my head and rubbing behind my ears, she coos softly to me. After only a couple seconds, she stops and heads to the back of the yard to fetch the giant green bin that she fills with leaves and other plants every time yard work day comes around. I lie down and watch her for a minute or two, then prance off to find something else to do.
Mid-prance, I drop to the ground and tumble from side to side, coating my fur with pieces of dead grass. The tickling sensation infiltrates my pores and crawls deep inside my flesh. My end rolling position happens to be on my back, and my eyes dart around, looking around at the world from a different point of view. Upside down. I see my back yard through this perspective often, but every time, it looks so different. A smile crawls across my face as my eyes take in the view. I roll on my stomach and shake the pieces of grass from my coat.
I leap onto the brick wall that separates my yard from the one next to it. I scan the yard, looking for a potential napping spot. A soft grassy area catches my eye and I bound towards it. I skid to a stop and flop down in my spot. There's a comfortable difference in temperature - one half of my body lying in the warmth of the sun, the other half resting in the shade of the house. I become completely oblivious to the sounds of my human's yard tools as I drift into a deep sleep.
A few hours later, the heat of the sun brings me out of my dreams of a cat paradise. Gnats circle my head annoyingly and I beat them to the ground with a forceful swat and an angry hiss. I rocket through the doggy-door in the wall for me. I look around at the stretch of hallway before me. In the corner sits a rather vulnerable piece of string, waiting for me to come pounce on it. The temptation lies there patiently. I bunch my limbs together and tense my muscles. The tip of my tail flicks violently in all directions. With one movement, I take the string in my ferocious clutches and mangle it with my claws and teeth.
Night falls. I've snacked on some tuna and hard cat food and had my fill of playing with the string. I prowl into the living room and sit in the doorway, completely blocking all entrance to the room. The red and orange glow of a fire toasts the living room and entices me with its warmth. I watch it burn for a few moments more before creeping towards it. I sit down in front of the flame and warm my fur contentedly. My eyelids hide my eyes as they close and take in the glory and enjoyment of my life; the life of a feline. As if they have a life of their own, my legs stretch out in front of me, lowering my body to the ground. I pull my hind legs in and wrap my tail around myself. It swishes slowly, happily, back and forth, side to side. My mind winds down and prepares to go back to dreamland once more."
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So here's what's going on: you are an animal. An animal that would usually be a pet: dog, cat, rabbit, hamster, gerbil, lizard, mouse, guinea pig, hell; you could be a fish if you want. You can be a stray, owned as a pet, or in a pet shop. You can have up to two characters, and a third if you ask.
Rules:
No god-modding
Swearing is okay, but keep it reasonable: no f-bombs, no racial slurs, that kinda stuff
Mating is allowed too
Profile:
Name:
Gender:
Breed:
Home:
Age: (not required)
Appearance:
Personality:
History: (if any; if not, this is not required)
Other:
Have fun ^^
Also up for friendship of any species
She is totally adorable, even if found on google ^^'
