Meow! [jely anne x vanTheMad]
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				Title: <strong>Meow! [jely anne x vanTheMad]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jely anne</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 22:38:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv186/bloodREDshowtime--/miranda_kerr_swim_april_12_big.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">To say that Cadence was sheltered would be the year's biggest understatement. She was isolated from the world around her, the only link to it being the small window looking out to her large backyard, and that hardly offered any kind of insight. She could name and describe every person she had ever met, because there were so few. After her mother died, just a few weeks after Cadence was born, her father had grown extremely protective of his daughter. Protective to the point of keeping her locked up in her bedroom, away from all the horrors and ugliness society had to offer. It didn't help that she had a undiagnosed, probably because she'd never seen a doctor, disorder that manifested itself by making her body incredibly frail. She was quite thin, the kind that could only come with sickness and poor diet. Alongside that, she was extremely suspectable to all sorts of sicknesses, and her hemophilia had gotten worse over the years. Her father had decided it was too dangerous for her to be allowed out of the house. He wouldn't lose his daughter as he had lost his wife. She accepted this without rebellion, as he had drilled it into her head that no where else was safe, and if she left the house she would likely die. <br><br>But it got so, so lonely. Seventeen years of staring at the same four walls was taking it's toll on her. She didn't bring this up to her father until she decided that she simply could not go on without someone to spend her time with. His solution was to buy her a cat. Thankfully, her long list of allergies surprisingly did not include animals. He had been worried at first -what if it scratched her? what if she developed an allergy to it? what if it ran away and thereby hurt her feelings?- but eventually he broke down and agreed to obtain the pet for her. She had been absolutely delighted. Cadence had never seen a cat before, but her father showed her pictures. There were so many different kinds. Orange cats, striped cats, big cats, white cats, spotted cats... she wondered idly if there were that many different kinds of people. Her father looked different from her, and the few people who had been allowed to visit were all different, too. Were there striped people, like there were cats? She would have to ask her father when he visited again. On second thought, she would probably be too occupied with the gift he brought along with him to ask him any questions. Her very own kitten! She hoped it was as cute as the ones she saw in the pictures. <br><br>There were no clocks in her large, lavish bedroom but she assumed it had been about an hour since her dad left with the promise to return with her new kitten. She was not an impatient person by any means, so she was hardly bothered by how long it was taking. She was far too busy staring out of her window at the clouds, trying to decide what each one was shaped like. Since she hadn't seen too much in her relatively short life, just typical household items and the usual wildlife that wandered into her backyard - birds, squirrels, and once she had even seen a raccoon! - it was a little difficult. A soft sigh escaped her full lips, made glossy by the present she had gotten for her sixteenth birthday. Her father had given her a little chest full of make-up, and she had become rather taken to the lip gloss, though she didn't have much interest in the rest of it. One of the blushes made her break out in a unpleasant rash so her dad refused to ever buy her any more make-up, and thus she tried to conserve what she had. The rest of it didn't irritate her sensitive skin, but even so, her dad was always wary. But today was special. She could put on her lip gloss and look pretty for her new pet. <br><br>The sound of a car pulling into the driveway got her attention. That had to be her dad, no one ever visited anymore. She suddenly felt very nervous. What if the kitten didn't like her? Or what if her father had decided, at the last minute, that a pet would be too dangerous? Cadence shifted around uncomfortably on the little chair in front of the window before turning so she could stare at the door and wait.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meow! [jely anne x vanTheMad]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vanTheMad</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 23:49:11</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/036/b/8/handsome_by_andreikai-d38vjfx.jpg)<div class="floatright">(http://www.blazerscats.com/maine_coon_kitten.jpg)</div></div></div><br>Ewan Connor decided that his life was quite unusual&nbsp; some time ago, but made it a point of constantly reminding himself of that fact. Ewan Connor was, in fact, a cat. How he had come to be a cat was a touchy subject to him, so he often would refuse to speak on it. What was important however, is that since he had become one, he was unsure that he would ever be anything but a cat, and he had given in to the idea of it. He was once a young man, handsome and bright, but quite often he spoke too quickly, and it is just that flaw that set him where he was today- a pet's carry-kennel in the passenger seat of an expensive-looking black sedan. With nothing better to do, he set about cleaning his face with his paws as the car pulled to a slow stop in the driveway.<br><br>The man who had purchased him from the store talked while they drove, and he talked a lot. He said that Ewan was to be a present for his daughter, a sick and lonely girl who wished for a pet to call her companion. Ewan listened politely for a while, but soon after recalled that as a cat, he really had no need to look interested in the man's conversation, and laid down until they arrived. His world lurched as the man lifted the carry-kennel out of the car and began to walk; it took him all four of his legs to steady himself. They passed through the doorway into the house, and Ewan let out a tiny mewl, remembering only afterwards that his vocalization of awe at the size of the house would go unheard by most, and not understood by any. Another door opened, and the carry-kennel was set down.
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