<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cheshire<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Hatter's Hovel<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Hatter<br/><br/>"Ow, ow, ow, ow, Ow, OW!"  The cat shrilled in a high pitched keen that assaulted the ears like nails on a chalk board, while those small hands rose up in an attempt to fend off his own where it'd taken up purchase and then, fucking roots, in her hair as she scrambled to get her feet beneath her and attempt to ease some of the pain.  <br/><br/>It did not work.<br/><br/>"I did not!"<br/><br/>Because she is also, when she remembers, quite argumentative.  "I did no such thing!" Oh but that pain was spreading deliciously out against her scalp and seemed just a little <em>more</em> than she could ever recall him yanking her about by the head being.  Perhaps she was heavier too, her clothes certainly felt heavy.  How he managed to make her feet dangle like that she'd never know.  Quite strong he was, this Hatter.  Quite strong indeed.<br/><br/>"You can't prove it!" Except that her tongue was green and she was currently trying to get her tiptoes on the floor which was proving to be a problem.  "You can't.  He's not de.de.der..damaged at all!" Because some words were also tricky.  "He's quite nice, really.  All things considered.  I wouldn't have left the mouse with him otherwise."  That would just be silly.<br/><br/>But...but he was..., her bottom lip trembled; though whether it was over the notion of being hurt or because she'd just stumbled her toe on an anvil remained to be seen.  Her face was askew in pain, at any rate.  There should have been tears, except the cat had never learned how to cry.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry I lost your collar, Hatter," spoken rather somberly, with all due sadness that such an event should herald. "It's never fun not knowing where you belong.  I can get you another one, if you like?  A pretty one, with a little bell so you'll never get lost.  Would you like that, Hatter?  A nice collar with a little bell to jingle every time you walked?" Though her voice wavered in and out of the throes of pain as they wandered through the library and then the art room and now, there were little colored toe prints where ever her feet had managed to touch the ground, because she'd found the paint, too.<br/><br/>"I bet I wouldn't lose you ever again with that!"<br/><br/>She sounded so hopeful too, all wide innocent eyes and hopeful smiles when he held her up for inspection as she looked at him.  Thick mascara matted lashes fluttering in his direction.  "We'll get one to match your umm....temper!"<br/><br/>Flatter however, clearly wasn't working either, because she landed on the floor not two seconds later, a painful tumble of arms and legs and small cries and something sharp and sickening like the sound of her teeth going through her tongue which set her to yowling but none of that at all, was what made her tremble.  No.  That came instead after she'd one wee foot locked up painful tight, so that her face scrunched and it was the sound of the lock clicking home that started her simpering and stretched long across the floor so that she could cling against his ankle.<br/><br/>"Oh Hatter, no.  Please no.  People wear boots.  No shoes on the carpet, you said.  You said and I remember." A little late, perhaps, but still.  "I'll be good, I promise.  No shoes on the carpet. No pets on the shoes.  Oh please don't get rid of me!"  As people, clearly, couldn't keep people for pets.  And people wore shoes.  He didn't want her and it was breaking her heart.</span>