Let me tell you a story , my dear. For this specific story is far from ordinary. It is about a cat..with a tophat. Though may I say this cat is so gentle he could never even kill a rat..which for a feline is quite a delight. But heavens no..not for this he-cat. His heart is tender and charming, very far from alarming.
His name is Spencer Von NiklausHertzerz!
So we shall begin! It was a cold December night, my heart was filled with plight. I was all alone and freezing, grieving, unbelieving. I stumbled across the icy pavement, the old cobblestones scraping against my, already rotting and destroyed shoes. I looked about me, not a soul in the street..well not like this city or the people had a soul, or heart here anyway. The city always felt so cold and uninviting regardless of the time of year or the weather.
However, despite this, I still kept walking on, I soon noticed a dense fog was enveloping the city, slowly trapping and suffocating me, like how a snake, slowly squeezes and coils itself around it's prey,..killing it..a slow and painful death. Not even the orange dying glow of the gaslit streetlamps could block out the ever growing and stronger mist. It was hard now to even see my own hands, outstretched infront of me. I had begun to doubt if I was even headed the right way, and soon later cursed myself for not stepping outside earlier than this hour.
The air seemed to get bitterly colder now too, with each passing moment. I looked up at the sky, to try and gaze upon the stars..for both comfort and guidance but as you would expect, there were no stars for me to gape at, because of the white, thick heavy fog. I wrapped my torn and withered overcoat around me, more, trying to keep warm and stop my shivering.
The chattering of my teeth, was the only noise that pierced the eerie silence all around me. I felt like the last person alive in the whole world. For the empty shell of the city, and it's dead silence provided me with nothing. Not the usual rabble of stern gentlemen, and giggling ladies, and their gossiping, not the sound of horses trodding over the pavement with their hooves, nor the screeching and scraping of carts and carriages, not the laughs and squabbling of children playing and arguing with each other. Just...silence. Then, all too soon, that changed. I couldn't make it out at first..but then after the fourth, or fifth time..it finally clicked! It was the sharp ringing of a bell...but not of a harsh school bell..more of a cat's bell.
Then I saw it! It was a black shadow against the moonlight, so incredibly black as the night, that it seemed to have obliterated the fog around itself. I stared upon at it in awe..and somehow, this little creature must've felt me staring at it, because it then turned around and looked at me, I gasped as I saw it! It was a cat! With a elegant and regal white tophat upon it's head. However the most striking thing about this unusual feline wasn't the hat..but it's eyes! They were so heavenly and winsome. You could practically feel the warmth dripping from this creatures eyes, penetrate from them..like mellow honey. The most prettiest eyes I've ever seen on any living being. They had a sparkle to them, and they glistened like the ocean beneath the moon on a clear night. They were the same shade of blue..as icicles, so crystal, clear, and full of cheer.
I then heard a sound that rather woke me up from my haziness and deleriousness, a shrill meow rang out infront of me, piercing the silent dead night with it's shriek. It was so loud that it stayed in my head for awhile. Although, I must say this sound was not awful, or horrid, it was actually rather beautiful and melodic. I stared upon the cat in awe. Everything about it was so alluring and graceful. It meowed once again, blinked at me very slowly, then took off into the fog ahead of me. Instinctively I ran after it.. not wanting it to be left out all alone out here in such weather and coldness. I followed it down several alleyways and lanes, through several neighbourhoods, gardens and streets..until at last it stopped.
Ceasing to run any further, he halted infront of a house, then looked back up at me, his eyes twinkling, with one more blaring meow, he then slipped through the rusty old gate, and into the garden beyond us. The fog had cleared up by now, leaving the sky all to the moon and the clouds. This urged me to finally take in my surroundings as I gazed upon the rather enormous house infront of me, it looked colossal, and vast for the dainty exterior that was decorated upon it, the house was made of refined red bricks, though throughout time, the elements, had turned the bricks to an old dull grey colour, the house had little accents of gothic characters carved into it, which upon closer inspection were cats! Opulent gothic windows adorned the house, along with a wonderfully tiled roof, that seemed to gleam in the moonlight, as the moon projected its luminosity, it bounced off each tile, with style.
The house was very victorian indeed! For it also possessed pillars, connected to the main window that stood proudly at the front of the house, it was a giant window, with a splendid view to!, Ravishing pieces of architecture, of spirals and the sorts had been carved into the house's very walls, windowsills, and all about the place. A very distinctive and unique statue was placed upon, above the frontdoor. A cat statue, of course! It was a stunning and bewitching petite monument, it had a grin upon it's lips, its mouth was turned up wards, so were its whiskers, yet it's eyes held a certain deep sadness to them, the eyes looked as if they were made from gem stones themselves, for they glistened in the dark night, like how a light house beacon glows across the silent sea, in the black dead of the night.
This little figure also owened a tophat, it was fanciable and gentleman like, just like the quality and aura of the statue itself!Hearing a crash that snapped me out of my staring, I looked to my left, and my jaw imdiately dropped, and my heart sped up, beating rapidly, faster and faster, so loud, that I could hear it thumping so terribly noisy in my hear, that it drowned out any thoughts I might of tried to have.
The crash had been caused by...someone falling onto something..that possibly had once been some sort of wooden shed mere moments ago. However, upon this, they simply rose up from the heaping pile of smashed wood, brushed themself off, and plodded on towards me.
Somehow, by the by! Alot of time had passed significantly, and as the breaking of dawn came, and the sun came peering over the roof of the house, blinding me in the eyes, I froze as the figure infront of me advanced in my direction, all I could do was keep my eyes glued onto it.
I could tell it was a man, from the silloute of his tophat, and his shadow that was piercing the dark morning luminescence. Of course the sun had risen but it was still dim, and the world was very unlightened, drowned in bleak early morning wintery light. He was near now, at close quarters, I felt like if I reached out my arm, I'd be touching him. I couldn't bring myself to look up at his face, for I knew it would be intimidating.Nevertheless..when I finally had the courage, and lifted my gaze to meet his..I was quite surprised. Most of his face..well what you could see of it. Was quite overshadowed by his tophat.
He had messy, dark blonde curly hair, that was probably too overgrown at the front, causing him to have a fringe of sorts.I could feel him glancing back at me. It was a feeling so mighty and overwhelming. Though, there was a rather gentle aura about him. I could see him smiling, he had a catty like smile. It reminded me of how a Cheshire cat grins..but his wasn't a grin. It was more pleasant and inviting.
I took a better look at him, as I observed his full appearance. He was quite the alluring, distinguished, gentleman. He had a rather strange blindfold, covering his eyes, fully, concealing them from ever being revealed. It was made from what seemed to be, a cotton fabric, about the same material a bandage would be made from. He also had, a distinctive handsome overcoat, that was a bit worn, gloves, along with a graceful, matching waistcoat, some dainty laced shoes, scuffed but neat trousers and a pocketwatch, with which all seemed to coordinate nicely with his tophat, and overall appeal.
Watching my reaction to his presence, he offered me his gloved hand, that I took slightly hestiantly. His grip was firm, "Hello, my dear fellow!". he stated, glancing down at me, warmly. All I could muster up was a tiny "Good day!". As a response. But he did not seem to mind one bit! He took off his overcoat, at which I was quite perplexed, until he'd wrapped it around me, before I could refuse so. "You must be cold, mustn't you? It's very early to be going for a walk, at four o'clock in the morning...especially in weather such as this". My mind raced a little..he saw my expression and at once, his mellow catty smile returned upon his features. "Ah! Nay! You needn't worry, my dear fellow!, My name is Spencer Von NiklausHertzerz, this home here belongs to me!, I shall make you some tea, oh do come in!". With that, he guided me to his door, and lead me inside his home.
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The cat with the tophat
Historia CortaA story about an alluring feline whom wears a tophat