The fallen leaves crunched underfoot as you strolled along a trail marked by the scuffling of hundreds going to and fro, all in a hurry for an unknown reason. All except for you, for some reason. Easing yourself into a wooden bench placed on the side of the road, you sat back to enjoy the warm sunset, cup of steaming drink in hand.
"Hey."
Startled, you looked from left to right only to find not a soul around, it became later than you had originally thought.
"up here."
Craning you neck upwards, you noticed a pair of golden brown eyes peering at you from above, the rest of its body hidden in the shadows. It was a black cat who looked too mischievous for your liking.
"You can . . . talk?" You asked, perplexed but not quite caring if people wondered if you were going crazy for there were nobody about by this time. Instead, you were thinking you must've caught a cold for everyone knows that random creatures don't communicate with a human for no specific reason in mind. Can you talk to animals?
As if reading your thoughts, the cat rolled it's as eyes as much as a cat could roll its eyes, "no, you're not Snow White, princess, it's me who is talking to you. Not the other way around." Shifting on the thin branch, the cat yawned loudly, whiskers twitching as it looked down on you, "anyways, I've a friend called author-chan who sent me to thank you for voting on her story, she greatly appreciates it, blah, blah, blah. Don't ask me why she decided for a cat to play messenger," it grumped.
"Wait why doesn't she just come herself?" You were growing more confused by the second, what was this cat talking about?
"She's a little chicken-don't tell her I told you that or she'll turn me into a farting donkey for the rest of the story," it warned you, waving a paw threateningly. It wasn't very threatening. "anyways," it yawned, turning away, "she's calling the cast back, later princess."
