"Rrrrrrrr" The cat's low growl rumbled in a threatening manner, similar to oncoming thunder from the top of the bookshelf.
The person standing below, amidst books, a broken vase and four or five potted plants made a similar sound deep in his thin chest. "Goddamnit, you fucking... mutant cat, get down here."
The response was flattened ears and a snakelike hiss.
"Vincent, I swear to all that is holy, you are GOING to the vet." Vincent was not talking to himself this time, no, apparently while he'd been gone Veld had found another Jenovite to befriend. This Vincent was a malicious, evil, nasty, and altogether too intelligent for its own good cat.
"I'm not leaving, no matter how much you growl and hiss at me, if you try to maul my arm again I swear to Alexander I'm turning into Gigas."
"rrrr."
"I'm going to start counting."
"rrrr."
"One."
Silence
"Two." Vincent pulled the gun from the closet.
The cat then leaped from the bookcase and made its way to the kitty carrier.
Vincent slammed the door with some finality. "Last time I respond to big eyes and a 'please do me a quick favor'." Vincent lifted the carrier and put the gun into the back of his pants, just in case.
Did you say Jenova Cats?
The person standing below, amidst books, a broken vase and four or five potted plants made a similar sound deep in his thin chest. "Goddamnit, you fucking... mutant cat, get down here."
The response was flattened ears and a snakelike hiss.
"Vincent, I swear to all that is holy, you are GOING to the vet." Vincent was not talking to himself this time, no, apparently while he'd been gone Veld had found another Jenovite to befriend. This Vincent was a malicious, evil, nasty, and altogether too intelligent for its own good cat.
"I'm not leaving, no matter how much you growl and hiss at me, if you try to maul my arm again I swear to Alexander I'm turning into Gigas."
"rrrr."
"I'm going to start counting."
"rrrr."
"One."
Silence
"Two." Vincent pulled the gun from the closet.
The cat then leaped from the bookcase and made its way to the kitty carrier.
Vincent slammed the door with some finality. "Last time I respond to big eyes and a 'please do me a quick favor'." Vincent lifted the carrier and put the gun into the back of his pants, just in case.
;) And now I've just geeked up your comments.