Post by Junkrat on Apr 11, 2017 7:02:19 GMT
The crinkling bag and the tinkle of hard food against the bowl was always a calm before the storm of breakfast time, Grayson tended to let the others have their fill before he slipped in to eat, content to watch from the side like some polite giant for his smaller companions to eat first, reaching in with a firm paw to tap away anyone who got testy, breaking up squabbles where it was needed. He really wasn't that much older than the other cats, but he was bigger, and calmer, and tended to hold some level of authority for that...Sort of...Most of them were fairly rambunctious, wrangling them in was a task, but he tried.
Jamie tended to be the one he had to watch the most, as he tended to do...Strange things...Even by cat standards...The weird feline had an almost burnt and singed look at all times, a bit like someone barbecued him, though he was sure that wasn't the case, he was the cat that always seemed to be getting into *something*, and Grayson always seemed to find him just a moment too late to prevent a mess or disaster, their human was very patient with him, all things considered.
Hudson was a surprisingly agile cat given that he was often balancing himself on his two front feet, he rarely needed help with anything, but when he did his constant companion, Skitter, was never far off to help. Newton was another frequent companion to those two, the three were usually very close to one another, using their tails and the natural language that all animals understood to communicate with their deaf brother, Newton.
The only cat not present at breakfast was the newest member of their family, Sasha, he was very nervous, Grayson noticed, a badly mangled and so far distrustful and aggressive cat, but he'd noticed him getting a bit closer, there was progress even if it was slow, Sam usually fed him in a different place.
The huge fluffy cat got to his feet and leapt to the counter with a fluid motion, letting out a loud meow of greeting to the human.
Jamie tended to be the one he had to watch the most, as he tended to do...Strange things...Even by cat standards...The weird feline had an almost burnt and singed look at all times, a bit like someone barbecued him, though he was sure that wasn't the case, he was the cat that always seemed to be getting into *something*, and Grayson always seemed to find him just a moment too late to prevent a mess or disaster, their human was very patient with him, all things considered.
Hudson was a surprisingly agile cat given that he was often balancing himself on his two front feet, he rarely needed help with anything, but when he did his constant companion, Skitter, was never far off to help. Newton was another frequent companion to those two, the three were usually very close to one another, using their tails and the natural language that all animals understood to communicate with their deaf brother, Newton.
The only cat not present at breakfast was the newest member of their family, Sasha, he was very nervous, Grayson noticed, a badly mangled and so far distrustful and aggressive cat, but he'd noticed him getting a bit closer, there was progress even if it was slow, Sam usually fed him in a different place.
The huge fluffy cat got to his feet and leapt to the counter with a fluid motion, letting out a loud meow of greeting to the human.
