<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cheshire<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Side Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Dormouse, Hare, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.<br/><strong>Action:</strong> Cat flees the scene.<br/><br/>"Good Mouse," the cat purred, a low hungry rumble once she'd crunched the candy that'd filled her cheeks down to a manageable level and then swallowed everything, tea-bags and all.  A bit of choking ensued, a sharp glare in the Hare's direction for the sudden absence of his hands.<br/><br/>She liked him less then, just that quick.  Not at all for the the loss and it was there in the accusing blue nature of her eyes, unless they were green.  It would depend upon the Hatter really; cat only saw crimson.  Only saw those little spider webs on the white.  It took a man and not an animal to tell her the truth.  Hatter's walked on two legs, Knaves and Queens and twins.  Hares could perch on two legs, so could rabbits.<br/><br/>But not cats.<br/><br/>So as the Hare tumbled away, the cat wiggled free, untangling herself with a lanky sort of grace that displayed more flesh than it covered and looked between them.  "I have a good...."  Whatever she'd been about to say, something to the effect of the mouse most surely, it didn't finish because the creature slunk forward on hands and knees and plucked the pill from between the Hare's fingers with the sweep of her tongue.  But she didn't swallow it.  It was as good as a biscuit, she was sure and without another word, off she scampered, daring two legs proper when she reached the mouth of the alley and then, then she was off at a run towards the Hatter's.  She'd been gone for days!  ...or was it seconds?<br/><br/>But a good pet follows, surely, don't they?  The mouse couldn't be too far behind; the cat never looked, the mouse might not have been there at all.<br/><br/>[Post finished here.] (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=139130.0)</span>