02-09-2019, 02:26 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: black; line-height: 22px;"]☁ hayley, as most residents knew by now, was not an animal person. she had nothing against them, and in fact often spent time walking the dogs and feeding the horses and tending to the needs of all the other animals. she'd make sure they had fresh water and blankets on the cold days, fretting about them like she did everyone else. but, at the end of the day, she generally preferred people. actually, no; she preferred hope. sociable as she could be, she was an introvert, and could be entirely content in solidarity with her daughter. she liked the people she lived with, but just like she enjoyed a good whisky, everything was good in moderation.
how the hell a cat made it this far up the mountain alive astounded the brunette. this wasn't some young, healthy cat, either. it was small and scrawny when she first saw it while on a walk, a speck of dark gray against the snow, and she hadn't entirely been sure it'd been alive when she first saw it. but as she approached, it let out a low meow, staring up at her with wide yellow eyes. so she lifted it up, tucked it's scrawny and cold form inside of her coat, to warm it with her own body heat, and headed up to the lodge.
an hour later, after giving it a warm bath, and trimming the matted and snarled fur from it's form, hayley found herself in the living room, sitting in front of the cat as it happily ate a bit of rabbit left over from dinner preparations, making her judgement on it. it was a female, but despite it being small and thin, hayley could tell from the cracks in it's irises that it was old, in it's teens at least. it walked with a bit of a limp on it's back hips, but from her best inspection she couldn't find anything wrong, and had to assume it was an old injury that healed wrong. it didn't seem in pain, just... old. she was sort of ugly, with a snaggletooth and a perpetually grumpy looking face, but ugly in the cute sort of way that only a mother could love. and, lucky for the cat, that was exactly what hayley was.
❝you're kinda cute.❞ she mumbled to it, running her hand over it's fur. it rubbed against her hand in response, letting out a surprisingly loud purr, but not bothering to stop it's meal. ❝if you're gonna stay, though, you'll need a name.❞ she mused, and almost immediately remembered another old woman, sweet and ugly, who hayley had once know. ❝how about midge? yeah, you look like a little midge.❞ she mused, belting out a bit of laughter as the cat finally abandoned its meal, turning to her and rubbing it's entire body along her leg.
how the hell a cat made it this far up the mountain alive astounded the brunette. this wasn't some young, healthy cat, either. it was small and scrawny when she first saw it while on a walk, a speck of dark gray against the snow, and she hadn't entirely been sure it'd been alive when she first saw it. but as she approached, it let out a low meow, staring up at her with wide yellow eyes. so she lifted it up, tucked it's scrawny and cold form inside of her coat, to warm it with her own body heat, and headed up to the lodge.
an hour later, after giving it a warm bath, and trimming the matted and snarled fur from it's form, hayley found herself in the living room, sitting in front of the cat as it happily ate a bit of rabbit left over from dinner preparations, making her judgement on it. it was a female, but despite it being small and thin, hayley could tell from the cracks in it's irises that it was old, in it's teens at least. it walked with a bit of a limp on it's back hips, but from her best inspection she couldn't find anything wrong, and had to assume it was an old injury that healed wrong. it didn't seem in pain, just... old. she was sort of ugly, with a snaggletooth and a perpetually grumpy looking face, but ugly in the cute sort of way that only a mother could love. and, lucky for the cat, that was exactly what hayley was.
❝you're kinda cute.❞ she mumbled to it, running her hand over it's fur. it rubbed against her hand in response, letting out a surprisingly loud purr, but not bothering to stop it's meal. ❝if you're gonna stay, though, you'll need a name.❞ she mused, and almost immediately remembered another old woman, sweet and ugly, who hayley had once know. ❝how about midge? yeah, you look like a little midge.❞ she mused, belting out a bit of laughter as the cat finally abandoned its meal, turning to her and rubbing it's entire body along her leg.
[b][i]make your girlfriend mad tight, [color=#4A272E]might seduce your dad type