All Twisted Up ((Open))
Sept 8, 2016 15:10:04 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 15:10:04 GMT -5
Oliver woke up from his nap. His afternoon dozing in a patch of sunlight on Elsa's bed had energized him. Thankfully, Elsa and Anna had installed a little door for him, so leaving the room wasn't a problem for the kitten. He made his way out of the hotel, promising himself he wouldn't go very far. He didn't want to get lost, after all.
It wasn't long before something caught his eye. String! And what cat doesn't love string? Crouching down, Oliver wiggled his tail on the ground as he prepared to pounce.
Success! Though really, not much of a challenge. He sat back to look around, but nothing else was interesting. He followed the string along and realized it was pretty short. It was tied to a heavy black thing, and there was more string attached that went straight up. He pawed at the string in front of him with all of his strength. Something hit him on top of the head, and Oliver bolted for cover under a nearby bush. But whatever had attacked him didn't follow.
Slowly, Oliver emerged from his hiding place. He returned to the string, wishing there was more on the ground for him to play with. He pushed lightly on the upright string with his paw, ready to run again if he needed to. But nothing attacked him this time. Stepping back, he followed the string with his eyes, to see a weirdly shaped ball flying at the end. Keeping his eyes on the ball, he pushed on the string again, and the ball moved. Maybe the ball had attacked him...
Oliver eyed the ball and stepped on the string, bringing it down a little. Carefully, Oliver repeated his move, until the ball was on the ground. He pounced at it--though it was much bigger than him--but somehow he went under it.
Turning, Oliver was surprised to see the ball was flying again. He stepped on the string until the ball was once more on the ground. He put one paw on it and flexed his claws out.
There was a loud bang and Oliver scampered back to his hiding place. His fur was on end, his tail puffed out wider than ever before in his life. He waited, watching, but nothing chased him. Once his tail was washed back to normal, Oliver crept out. His new-found toy was where he had left it, but the ball was gone. It wasn't flying, and it wasn't on the ground. But as much as he'd wanted to play with the ball, he was far more interested in the string. Which, he was happy to realize, was all on the ground now. There was something weird tied to one end, instead of the ball. It was the same bright yellow, but it was flat, and not very fun to paw at.
With all of the string on the ground, Oliver had a blast. He batted it around, gnawed on it, pawed at it. Oliver twisted and turned with the string, using his back feet as much as his front.
Soon, Oliver found that he couldn't move very much. The string was wrapped all around him. He struggled to get free for a moment, and he felt the string tighten around his front right foot. "Can somebody help me?" he finally called out.
((That's... a really long post. Wrote it out on receipt paper at work again--2 feet haha.))
It wasn't long before something caught his eye. String! And what cat doesn't love string? Crouching down, Oliver wiggled his tail on the ground as he prepared to pounce.
Success! Though really, not much of a challenge. He sat back to look around, but nothing else was interesting. He followed the string along and realized it was pretty short. It was tied to a heavy black thing, and there was more string attached that went straight up. He pawed at the string in front of him with all of his strength. Something hit him on top of the head, and Oliver bolted for cover under a nearby bush. But whatever had attacked him didn't follow.
Slowly, Oliver emerged from his hiding place. He returned to the string, wishing there was more on the ground for him to play with. He pushed lightly on the upright string with his paw, ready to run again if he needed to. But nothing attacked him this time. Stepping back, he followed the string with his eyes, to see a weirdly shaped ball flying at the end. Keeping his eyes on the ball, he pushed on the string again, and the ball moved. Maybe the ball had attacked him...
Oliver eyed the ball and stepped on the string, bringing it down a little. Carefully, Oliver repeated his move, until the ball was on the ground. He pounced at it--though it was much bigger than him--but somehow he went under it.
Turning, Oliver was surprised to see the ball was flying again. He stepped on the string until the ball was once more on the ground. He put one paw on it and flexed his claws out.
There was a loud bang and Oliver scampered back to his hiding place. His fur was on end, his tail puffed out wider than ever before in his life. He waited, watching, but nothing chased him. Once his tail was washed back to normal, Oliver crept out. His new-found toy was where he had left it, but the ball was gone. It wasn't flying, and it wasn't on the ground. But as much as he'd wanted to play with the ball, he was far more interested in the string. Which, he was happy to realize, was all on the ground now. There was something weird tied to one end, instead of the ball. It was the same bright yellow, but it was flat, and not very fun to paw at.
With all of the string on the ground, Oliver had a blast. He batted it around, gnawed on it, pawed at it. Oliver twisted and turned with the string, using his back feet as much as his front.
Soon, Oliver found that he couldn't move very much. The string was wrapped all around him. He struggled to get free for a moment, and he felt the string tighten around his front right foot. "Can somebody help me?" he finally called out.
((That's... a really long post. Wrote it out on receipt paper at work again--2 feet haha.))