06-11-2020, 08:25 PM
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— mick often chose to do his chores alone. occasionally someone would come over and strike up conversation, or ask to join in and help. after all, mickey truly did enjoy being alone rather than being surrounded by the company of others. still, as he found himself rounding up food for the street cats to eat - some meat scraps from the deli, some actual cat food for them to eat - it seemed he had a bit of an audience watching him. as he gathered the food in one of the places the street cats liked to roam, standing up and putting his hands on his waist, he couldn’t help but turn his head and notice the children poking their heads out, watching curiously from the end of the street.
when he first made the offer for the kids to come over and help, they seemed reluctant. though, as the street cats started to wander over to get their fill, the children seemed to open up more and more. mick couldn’t particularly complain about their overflowing enthusiasm; many hands made light work, he figured. and with the childrens’ relentless energy, mick felt he barely had to do anything except supervise. leaning against a building in the shade, he crossed his arms over his chest and observed the admittedly endearing effort the kids put into the chore.
eyes wandered around as the kids ran about excitedly, some trying to coax the street cats to eat the food out of their hands - most cats didn’t seem too convinced it was a good idea, instead opting to push their heads into the kids’ hands in order to get pet by the children. the cats loved the attention, that was for sure. shaking his head to himself, he looked at the street cats as they began to gather to eat. content with all the food brought out for them.
feeling something run against his leg, he lowered his gaze to find one of the strays rubbing their side against him. the black cat purred loud enough for mick to feel the rumble against his shin. mick shifted his weight, expecting the cat to leave him alone eventually. when the furry feline didn’t seem to budge, instead turning around, pushing their head against his pants and brushing along his leg once again, mick didn’t seem too bothered. he simply looked down at the small cat, watching with amused curiosity in his eyes.
— mick often chose to do his chores alone. occasionally someone would come over and strike up conversation, or ask to join in and help. after all, mickey truly did enjoy being alone rather than being surrounded by the company of others. still, as he found himself rounding up food for the street cats to eat - some meat scraps from the deli, some actual cat food for them to eat - it seemed he had a bit of an audience watching him. as he gathered the food in one of the places the street cats liked to roam, standing up and putting his hands on his waist, he couldn’t help but turn his head and notice the children poking their heads out, watching curiously from the end of the street.
when he first made the offer for the kids to come over and help, they seemed reluctant. though, as the street cats started to wander over to get their fill, the children seemed to open up more and more. mick couldn’t particularly complain about their overflowing enthusiasm; many hands made light work, he figured. and with the childrens’ relentless energy, mick felt he barely had to do anything except supervise. leaning against a building in the shade, he crossed his arms over his chest and observed the admittedly endearing effort the kids put into the chore.
eyes wandered around as the kids ran about excitedly, some trying to coax the street cats to eat the food out of their hands - most cats didn’t seem too convinced it was a good idea, instead opting to push their heads into the kids’ hands in order to get pet by the children. the cats loved the attention, that was for sure. shaking his head to himself, he looked at the street cats as they began to gather to eat. content with all the food brought out for them.
feeling something run against his leg, he lowered his gaze to find one of the strays rubbing their side against him. the black cat purred loud enough for mick to feel the rumble against his shin. mick shifted his weight, expecting the cat to leave him alone eventually. when the furry feline didn’t seem to budge, instead turning around, pushing their head against his pants and brushing along his leg once again, mick didn’t seem too bothered. he simply looked down at the small cat, watching with amused curiosity in his eyes.