#;catastrophe

smallcatboy 

 The sound of tires slowly going over pavement: a normal sound for her whilst being in her feline form. Stretching out across her area in the middle of the street, the truck making it’s way around her sped away once it had finally gotten clear of the cat it refused to go over. Yes, a normality for her. You might think that lying in the middle of a road would be the last thing you would want to do as a cat, but have you felt how nice and warm the pavement feels after a slightly sunny, slightly cloudy day? Not boiling hot, yet not freezing cold. It was the perfect temperature for a cat nap, even if she did run the risk of.. Well, being ran over.

 That didn’t matter much to her, though. She’d rather be ran over than have someone see her and think it was an injured cat rather than a slumbering one. That just so happened to be the thing she hated the most: having her nap interrupted by a worried human. Yet, it was the thing that happened the most. Not a surprise, no, but she still didn’t appreciate it.

 And she definitely didn’t appreciate the person on the sidewalk a few feet away that had stopped just a few seconds after that truck had passed by.