Don't Trust Cats

Cat Collar

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Lorenzo fidgets nervously beside the man who had kindly taken him in last night on their way to the dining room. The boy sticks close to Reginald's side the entire walk, and the man gives him a comforting pat on the shoulder as they reach their destination. This fine morning, the catlike creature would be meeting the rest of the family over breakfast, which naturally made him a bit anxious. Lightly, he tugs at the collar of his crisp, baby blue button-up that goes with black slacks, shoes and a belt. All fabrics are of high quality and fit him decently enough.

He was not used to them yet, but he was sure that, in time, they won't feel so foreign. It wasn't that he hadn't worn clothes in the past, just that they weren't as nice as these. Lorenzo keeps his unusual set of ears pinned back against his head, allowing them to blend amongst the dark brown strands, and his tail coiled around the inside of his pant leg, like his mother had taught him. His gracious host had cut his hair for him and had helped brush out the matted knots to make the preteen look presentable as well. The natural light coming in from the dining room windows casts down upon two figures sitting at the table, a young girl and a pretty woman, who are being served their breakfast by a servant. Lorenzo's stomach growls hungrily as a delicious scent drifts to his nose. He hardly even acknowledged the people over the smell of food.

"Go ahead, take a seat, Lorenzo." The boy nods his head and takes a seat across from the little girl, while Reginald sits beside him so that the orphan could be close to something he's comfortable with. A plate is then set in front of each of them. On it is an omelette made with tomatoes, cheese and mushrooms inside, a small pile of hash browns, three slices of bacon and a buttered, English muffin. The creature gulps at the amount, mouth watering. Before he could dig in, however, the man beside him sets a hand on his knee to grab his attention. He then goes on to introduce the others at the table.

"This is my wife, Terry, and my daughter, Lillian." The chubby male points first to the woman, who could very well be a super model with her looks and figure. She has lightly tanned skin and long, platinum-blonde hair that falls around her face and over her shoulders in soft curls. Luscious lips are coated in pink lipstick while tawny brown, smokey eyeshadow covers her lids in the perfect amount. Terry wears a pink dress that compliments her well with brown, beaded bracelets on each of her wrists and silver and gold necklaces around her neck.