Cats Meow

Arthur · Cursed Kitten

Cats Meow

Teeny Christine · Meow Minx Missy

It was indeed, quite boring being locked in Cologiro's apartment. Alyce never said much since the night of her hand being hacked off by the garbage disposal, and Cologiro was nowhere in sight nor smell. There was always, always a hint of his musk naturally flowing through the atmosphere, but it was far, distant. Christine was fed up of ordering pizza and watching Oprah all day, and if Alyce ever got up and cooked for once, like the little Betty Crocker cat she is, than most of Christine's nights would not be spent on take-out or ordering.

It was a bright, beautiful, sunny day in Rome, and Christine couldn't waste it being trapped inside a quiet, dull apartment with basically no company. She was sure Cologiro wouldn't mind her just going around the corner for some coffee, and then maybe a little shopping spree using his credit card. Of course he wouldn't. She went through his closet one day and found all sorts of designer clothing and shoes. He was a man of a keen fashion taste, just like her. Grabbing a white, long winter coat, she eased out of the apartment building and walked around the corner to the cafe. It was a brisk walk, and there were no snakes to be found, or so she has seen so far. Must protect the pussy at all times. Black, leather knee-high boots carried the petite, lithe frame inside the coffee shop, immediately inhaling the sweet, delicious aroma of coffee beans and....a cat! Glistening, deep chocolate hues looked to the scruffy man reading a Jane Austen's book; those feline powers grazing his body, embracing him like a warm, winter's blanket, if he could sense that at all.

Those long, thick curls of deep auburn were nonchalantly thrown over a shoulder as she looked up to the menu and decided what she wanted. "Cafe au Lait." She inclined, paying the cashier as soon as she received the hot liquid beverage, and made her way to the man. "That's a good book. Which one is your favorite by Ms. Austen?" She said, her voice silk like a black widow's thread, yet very harmonious to the rhythmn of her soprano tone, light and fluffy like the snow white beast inside.

Arthur · Cursed Kitten

Had he expected anyone to take notice of him? No. Actually his thoughts were far from this place.In his mind he played out the comedies and romance of the book. Jane always had a certain flair for mismatching pairs. But thats why he loved her so.

The femme voice had Art looking up those duel colored eyes moving over the woman.Oh he did nothing to hide what he was doing.He was after all a man. Taking a sip of the black coffee that sat on the table at his side he would think for a moment. Then he would simply nod to the book that rested in his lap.

"Persuasion.Has always been my favorite. Its one of her less popular ones though. Which is why I think I like it best."

Arthur really didnt have a true accent. No his was a mix of English and French...What could that be called Frengish? The idea of that word made him want to smile.But he didnt. Not yet.Perhaps later as he walked back to Bliss he would laugh some to himself.

"And you Miss.What would be your favorite book of Ms Austens?"

-- Edited by Arthur at 18:20, 2009-02-18

Teeny Christine · Meow Minx Missy

It would be difficult for the snow leopard to just plainly say which masterpiece was her favorite; she really loved them all. She watched those dual colored eyes roamed her body, etching in his mind the beauty she held. Slender digits pryed open each button of the white, long jacket, and removed it from the embrace, hanging it on the back of the chair adjacent to him. A peasant style black dress lightly flowed from her petite, lithe frame; the bottom hem billowing just above the top of those leather, knee-high boots. The crumpled cloth sleeves dipped down and around her upper arms to bare her smooth shoulders. Those deep chocolate locks were down and wavy, pushed behind and lightly grazing the small of her back, and when her glistening brown orbs met with his own kaleidescope eyes, a smile creased those floral, lush swells at the mention of Persuasion, also one of her favorite books.

"Do you mind if I join you? This is such an exciting subject for me to stand because I would probably jump around and go absolutely beserk like a mad woman on crack. Well, not exactly." A small laughter vibrated from her throat as she slid into the seat across from him, traversing those short, creamy stems beneath the table. "I would have to say it's either between Persuasion or Sense and Sensibility. Both are amazing books, well in fact, all of her novels are amazing, even those little short stories she wrote. When I read her books, I fall into this world of passion, love, anger, depression, and I sometimes picture myself as the character she's writing from, stepping into their world, and feeling exactly what they're feeling at that moment in time. It sort of helps me...disappear from reality for awhile, and relaxes me." It was that moment, indeed, she saw her mouth running to a complete stranger, and those cherubic, smooth cheeks flourished into a deep, strawberry red blush. "I'm sorry, sometimes I talk too much, especially when I'm excited. So what is your name, kitty cat?"

Sister of Stone · Soeur de Pierre

Hematite colored eyes brushed along the sheet in her hand. She was reading the newest report on her prodigy. Fortune was doing excellently in her field of study. It warmed Aurora's stone heart to know this was money being well spent. Turning the page over, she slipped it back in the manilla folder where it had come from.

"Tobias; café s'il vous plaît ."

She said in her native language. Having the urge to get something dark, creamy and frothy. Lashes dolled with mascara kissed the tops of her cheeks as she rested against the back of the Rolls Royce. Caine had his little car, and she had her own lap of luxury. The smooth ride to the café was well appreciated. Once the car stopped, her eyes opened. she had not fallen asleep, merely enjoyed the smooth travel to get what she wanted for the day. A break before she headed to the stores to see how her line was doing.

Tobias parked the car and walked around to open her door. She didn't care that he was a dark skinned man driving her around. He was well educated, knew five different languages and could speak them perfectly. On top of that he was extremely handsome, and an ex-marine. What woman would be silly enough not to snatch him up. One long sculpted leg extended from the pearlescent colored antique car. Shoes that were made especially for her in a color that was not found in nature by a very dear friend and designer touched the ground underneath before its pair emerged from the car as well. Bare legs lead up to the softer than fine silk wool skirt in a very deep shade of gray. The upper half was a jacket combo of the same color. The blouse underneath was black silk. Taking the warm hand of Tobias as he helped her out of the car. She asked if he would want anything from the store, he politely shook his head with a very firm yet softly spoken No.

Aurora took her purse under and arm heading to the doors of the café. as a young man exited he held the door for her while she gave him a simple nod of a thank you. Eyes were set to the over head menu debating on what she wanted. Perhaps an espresso the way Caine loved to have it. Thinking of her brother, long elegant digits shifted through the contents of her purse before removing a silver cell phone. Pressing the number for Caine she waited till he answered.

"Vous voulez du café, J'achète certains."

She spoke into the phone. he would answer back that he wanted what he normally did. The sound of a woman in the background had those thick full lips turning down in a frown.

"It is rather early dear brother to have such company don't you think?"

She paused listening to one of his remarks before answering again.

"Think of me then, Caine."

Their conversations if anyone were to ever hear them did not sound as if they were siblings. closing the phone, the call ended after his laughter filled her ears. Speaking in Italian she would order the coffees and wait while they made them. Her credit card was used in paying. Long lashes lifting only for a minute. She signed the slip and handed it back. a turn of her head she caught the laughing of a woman sitting at a table with a man. a man who she could not see his face from her angle, but held a Jane Austen book. She turned away from the pair. They were having a very nice time.

Arthur · Cursed Kitten

Dule colored eyes watched the girl. Cause well thats what she was. He would smile some as he sipped from his coffee. She was a nice distraction. So when she asked to join him he would motion to the seat across from him. It wasn't like she was keeping him from his reading.

In truth he had already read all of Ms Austen's books. His gaze would fall onto those pretty pink lips...He saw them moving...But for the moment he didnt hear what she was saying.From there his gaze would drop further and further. Yes, yes of course. Nod. The only distraction from listening to her was the soft chime of the bell.

Leaning further back into the chair he would let his gaze drift to the woman. And he would stare.That neck.That back..He knew it! As if he had stared for hours at it once upon a time. Then she said the name. CAINE. His breath would catch.

Turn around.Look my way. And then she did. Not completely..But enough.

"Jesus...Snow White."

The cup of coffee in his hand would shake as he attempted to set it down only to spill it on the female that had been with him.

"Oh shit Im sorry..Arthur..Art. Oh god let me help you."

Leaning in he would attempt to wipe the coffee off...Mummbling softly..Trying not to loose sight of the Aurora. Or the woman who looked like her.

-- Edited by Arthur at 17:11, 2009-02-24

Teeny Christine · Meow Minx Missy

It was completely obvious that the man was surely not paying attention to any word she said, thanks to the brunette bimbo that walked through the door and stole his attention. Not only that, but also made him spill coffee all over her very expensive designer clothes! It would take a miracle from Tide to take the stains out. While he reached over with a napkin to help wipe the stains, his eyes would stay slightly focused on the bimbo at the counter, not even looking where he was wiping, which was nowhere near the spill on her black peasant dress. His soft digits clutching the napkin would slowly stroke the valley of those full, creamy breasts, and aggravated, she took the napkin from him and pulled down the top hem, blotting the paper cloth on her clothes.

"Thanks Art for trying, but you missed a few spots. Now I think you and I should go on a shopping spree and you can pick out a dress for me to wear because you just ruined this one."

She really couldn't be that annoyed because let's face it, he was handsome and smart, and knew his good literature. She smiled that brilliant grin, allowing those pearly white canine teeth glint beneath the light, those dimples creasing her cherub, smooth cheeks. She took another look at the bimbo, and remembered seeing her talking to Fortune one night in a club. She was the one that offered Fortune a place to stay, school money, whatever the photographer needed. She remembered thinking she wished she had someone like that in her life. Perhaps the brunette wasn't a bimbo after all, and she was gorgeous, too.

Sister of Stone · Soeur de Pierre

Glancing back again at the couple. She took the cardboard tray to cart the coffees off with her. A small twist of her lips to form a smirk hearing the woman. She had caught the name of the man, but didn't react. Within the stone structures of her mind she sent the information down the silver tread to Caine. Along with what she had seen of him. Maybe Caine could confirm it was the same Arthur or not. He did look the same. Though that couldn't be him. She didn't think it was possible for a human to last that long. Last she seen him they were in France. He and Caine sharing a bed together.

The coffee spill on the other woman, and Aurora started on her path to the door. She heard the rest of the conversation. She didn't know if this man could afford the tastes the woman he shared his coffee with had. Designer clothes, labels and trinkets most these women adored. Even she was guilty of a few designer clothing labels. Heels carried her out of the coffee shop to enter her Rolls Royce once again.