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'Twas scarcely twilight, wind-touched meadows, placid and bathed in a rosy hue, savory and cordial; were lush with lengthy bluegrass blended against gold sunrays, and kindly tinted wildflowers dancing gingerly to a harmonic breeze. The backdrop of endless sky a kindly azure, dotted with pearly clouds. Clandestine paws strode silently over tenacious soil. Lanky ears brisked past downy stalks of grass, tuning themselves to the natural chirps and hums of their environment. Reflective pupils peered onward, mulled over with the tranquility of the surroundings. Whiskered cheeks, puckered and firm, explored their way through a delicate and supple tuft of creamy daisies.

The soft fleshy linings of the feline's ears twinged at a squeak of a disturbance in the usual bird melodies and grasshopper songs. The house-cat's legs lowered themselves routinely, lithe body dipping down into the greenery, hearing entirely centered on the scurrying of the field-mouse in question. Eyes alert and patient for the faintest rustle or slightest alteration.

The flash of a fur coated silhouette sparked the cat into an instinctual pounce. The feline leaping forth from the grassy camoflauge, claws extended, senses honed.

A pawful of earthy soil clued the bewildered, and now agitated, house-cat into his misstep. The image of the triumphant field-mouse scurrying away hellishly vexed the cat, that spindly tail swaying freeing, it was an unbearable tease.

Another great bound, hindlegs coiling like springs, before launching the body of the feline gracefully through the sun bleached scenery. Landing with another puff of fine dirt clouding up around the house-cat, mouse just several insufferable inches too far, little paws racing like an engine.

The house-cat unleased an unholy hiss, hops and skips had ceased, the hunt was one paw in front of the other now. The feline bolted, limbs working tirelessly, predatory eyes sealed upon the prey. The quarry ran, desperate to escape, tossing up dirt, cracking through stiffened stalks, situating its course any which way to shake the hunter, but still it was pursued.

Nearing the game with every stride, the relentless cat took one escalation through the air. The feline sundered downward upon the puny field-mouse, claws shredding into the furry sheath, a spurt of refreshing crimson bliss. The house-cat and its ensnared prey came clashing into the crumbly soil, deceased mouse drifting forward with a splash, cat thumping onto the stiff ground.

Droplets of water hailed down the feline's calico colored hide, sending the poor creature into a panicked and fear driven retreat. Vaulting backwards at the wet assail. Stomach submerging in an ocean of distress and revulsion as the portrait of the crystalline clear pond unravelled before those clever eyes.

Mustering his courage, and now driven by the added hunger of the chase, the multi-tinged feline crept hesitantly forward, ears downcast, expression glum with terrorized agony. A reluctant paw extended cautiously forward, wanting to grasp the tail of the half-drowned mouse and drag it to the safety of land.

An abrupt rippling in the once still waters sent a jolt of electric horror down the house-cat's already chilled spine. Paw all too hastily withdrew from the proximinity of the pond as the sapphire waters parted, revealing a murky orange figure surfacing.

The house-cat was suddenly petrified by terror, eyes widened and unable to peel away from the bubbling surface of the water. The feline's body trembled as a tiny dorsal finn sliced through the water. Small, bulging eyes appeared, visible in the almost transparent pond.

The angst and dread of the cowardly feline subsided momentarily, he was anticipating a much more larger and ferocious pond creature, other than the miniscule goldfish staring back at him; and as long as none of the muggy pond water touched a fraction of the cat's anatomy, he was willing to stick around a bit longer, for the sake of his meal.

The dim-witted face of the little fish gazed up to the towering feline. Its two doltish orbs had no lick of fear to them, it just watched the unfamiliar mammal, unfazed by its much greater and ferocious size, as the fish's tail beat in rythme to the rippling currents of the pool around it.

Contrarily, the uneasy cat motioned away from the harmless goldfish, still wary of the foreign creature. It didn't resemble an exactly menacing foe to the feline, but nonetheless caution seemed necessary. Despite his fear, the house-cat timidly eyed the lifless body of the field-mouse with a poking hunger, a puddle of scarlet billowing about in the peaceful waters. The meager goldfish appeared disquieted by the clouds of red seeping out from the side of the dank corpse. In response the scaly creature began circling about in a wheel of frantic displeasure, diving down into the depths of the muggy pond's bed.

The shyly confused cat tilted towards the darkening waters, suspense piling up in his gut as he expected the creature to burst out of the murky tides with gnashing fangs. However, the ripples stilled and no monsterous fish materialized to feast on his feline flesh. So, still with precautious angst, the house-cat tip-toed gingerly forward, snaring the waterlogged little mouse on a ravenous claw and dragged it to land. With drooling lips the cat stared to the mouse, patience, risk (in his mind) and cunning had been meticulously applied in his capture of the varmit, the time had now come to-

"There you are, Elvis." The childish voice, traced with joyous relief, soothed in his lulled back ears as small hasty hands scooped him up from underneath his belly; and now he hung suspended in vacant air, facing a young human offspring with soft blue eyes and fluffy brown fur, though only helmeted around his scalp.

The house-cat was suspicously surprised to notice the cheery, carefree, mood of the round eyed child, whom normally wouldn't act so awkwardly friendly. In fact, the two were somewhat of what they considered eachother to be enemies. Though in truth their feuds never extended past something akin to a skirmish between bitter dogs, violent in appearence but after the smoke cleared they were left with nothing little of mild injury.

Locked now in the unnecessarily rough embrace of his "owner", the feline could only wistfully gaze over the boy's shoulder to that bleeding mouse, so tauntingly dead and yet escaping to the sun speckled horizon as the cat was escorted back "home".

Well at least the feline's supposed "home" had a delicously snug cat bed, that had the feel of one-thousand tender dove feathers. There was that lovely fact, and the dish sized bowl that was always plentiful with cat food. These two simply essential luxuries just shyly made the residency in that pasture side prison livable.

Heavy hand came down on furry head, a newly perturbed Elvis cast a vexing grimace up to the one fool who'd be so blissfully ignorant as to unsettle his cat bed slumber. It wasn't the boy though rousing Elvis from sleep, he was unholily detestable but still admittedly smart enough not to provoke a resting feline, well most of time anyway. This one, the second and fortunately last of the larger human's spawn, wasn't not intelligent, just too affectionately bothersome, principally when it came to matters concerning his "cuteness". Nevertheless, she was the tolerable one, perhaps because she took to showering him with lavishes such as treats and flattering remarks. Unlike the other, who recently took to respectively calling him "Fish-breath"; but not today, which was still quite peculiar, Elvis reminded himself to keep that securely at the back of his mind.

"No time to be sleepy." A happily innocent voice chimed out, as the dark haired girl stroked the feline's head with an unbeknown crudeness. "It's dinner." The pipsqueak of a girl concluded, which was truthfully as better an excuse than any, though scantly justifiable.

The pang of the bowl, as dozens of small fish-shaped crackers hailed into the food dish sent the lethargic feline jolting to life, seeming uncaring of any disturbances now. His ears perked at the excitement of his upcoming meal, and he descended on the bowl with newly found gusto. Elvis instaneously found himself munching away on the fishy flakes; and the girl rubbed his head in a loving pat, before skipping away to leave the cat to his appetite.

Though the problem soon arose, that the sounding of rude footfall on the rear facing stair caught in the feline's eardrum. Elvis turned from his savory chomps and peered now to view sight of the subject in question. Him, again.

With a dismissing roll of his shoulders, the cat directed his attention to matters of a higher importance. That is, food. A nagging though, an incessant scratching at the back of mind soon made focus unbearable, and food, as blasphemous as it was, just not enjoyable.

What torture was this that played freely in Elvis' head, strung around his thoughts to an unknown direction. Then his head tilted upwards to a crash upon the other side of the ceiling, his ears fluttered at the noise, one all too familiar. It was him then, a dreading excitement fell flatly over the cat's troubled face.

Though as the feline turned to cunningly begin his devilish assault upon the boy upstairs, his eye captured something quite distracting. Himself, a glass panel reflection, one of the many that lined the back door, creating a mirror image of the surrounding interior. Looking to that slim calico imp that was himself, a strange calm beset Elvis then; and his own glaring smile soothing away his qualms, he curled down once again into the divinity of his cat bed.