Caya's Home

Walks of Past and Present

Not knowing the reason for such strong affection, Caya is slightly confused at the length of time in which her face is touching Marie; and how long their noses are touching, does Marie really love her this much? It's...too much love, for her personally. After a few moments, she begins to squirm, and wriggle out of Marie's hands. Then she walks away, only a small distance, to sit by the door. Does she want out of the room? For a drink, sure! But that is all. Unexpectedly however, Marie gets a different idea. The cylindrical object in her hands from before is pocketed, and she gets up and opens the door. Caya sprints away to get some water, but Marie heads to the back door. Water is refreshing late at night, more so than any time earlier in the day. So dehydrated since the morning, Caya remembers she hardly drank anything today, only getting a small amount of hydration from her meals. Spending some time at her water bowl, she remains as the level of water decreases, slowly, until only a small layer remains at the bottom. Lifting her head, she wishes to turn around and go back to the room, as it is late. But, there's something placed on her back. Something flat, something, slightly rough, but a little soft too. Turning her head more, she sees Marie strapping something around her, clipping something together on both her right and left, and bringing a loop over her head, which now comes around her neck just over her collar. Curious about this strange contraption, Caya looks back at Marie and meows out of confusion a few times, as if to ask "why have you done this to me?" Caya even adds a little paw swipe at the harness. And in her distraction, when she could have ran to escape what came next, Marie, clips on a leash. Now Caya is more confused, feeling...trapped, confused, but also anxious and a little excited. This is rare for her, getting a-

"A walk," Marie says, "mhm, you need it, you little tuna lover."

Was that a remark at her weight? Scowling, that is all Caya can feel on her face at such a rude statement. Her? Fat? Nonsense! How could she be so, she runs out in the neighborhood quite often- But, oh, now she realizes, she does beg for lots of extra treats, doesn't she? Caya stares down at the bottom of the harness, aiming to look at her stomach from there. She can't see it, that's good. What was she thinking again...oh, right. With a smack of her claws against Marie's bare leg, she leaves a scratch, letting Marie know her attitude about her remark.

Marie winces slightly, as a small amount of blood is drawn. It's not enough to warrant a bandage, so she leaves it alone. "I guess I deserve it, Caycay. You're not that out of shape."

That, now, is more acceptable to her ears. She meows a bit lighter, forgiving her owner. Without anything else to say but words of getting ready, Caya is led by Marie to the front door, saying goodbye to Annie, her sister, along with her parents, and leaving home.

Nightly breezes brush against her fur, cold, and chilling. For her small size, even on this summer night, she wishes she hadn't resisted Marie's attempts at putting a knit sweater on her. She was helpless to it in the past as Marie's mother made it, gave it to Marie, for Marie to put it on her. This night isn't so chilly on its own, but with the wind as she rides in a basket hanging upon Marie's bike handles, it feels as cold as ice. Trees whisk by on both sides, along with big streaking house lights that capture her attention, putting her in some kind of trance. At the speed Marie rides, Caya is forced to squint her eyes from the wind. She enjoys the speed, she feels free like a bird, flying through the branches that zip past and feeling the wind between each hair on her body. Caya looks up. She sees the underside of Marie's chin, her focus straight ahead on the road which moves just as fast beneath them. House after house pass by, they cross under many street lights and pass many cars. Eventually, they come to a stop at a park; a large clearing of grass, along with some trees and a single small playground for children. And for Caya, the grass on its own is more than enough.

It is enough for Marie, too, who walks her bike over to the locks and ensures no one can steal it easily. She picks up Caya, or tries to, before she jumps out on her own and scampers off into the dark. Taking out her phone, shining the flashlight, Marie watches Caya run wild, around and up several trees, leaping down only to sprint across the park, greeting other night strollers. She lets her cat enjoy it for a while, taking some time to sit down on the grass, to relax, and watch. It's been a long time since she saw Caya so playful outside. Since she's more of an indoor cat, she never had an interest in going outside, not since that day anyhow.