Not My Day }{ -tag: Kitty/Simón

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They were fighting again.

She loved her twolegs, what kittypet didn’t? It was just the issue of when they got into fights. The twoleg kits would book it upstairs and Kalahar would slip out the backdoor and go down a few houses to escape. Still, with some cats now preferring to stay indoors as it got colder, she had to question if any of them would actually be around to keep her company. It really got to her when her twolegs fought as they were her family and home. She reviewed her options, thinking about what cats may be around. Frisbee would definitely be inside, no point in seeing him. The new kit on the street would be pointless to see either, she would likely be enjoying a nice warm meal with her twolegs. Who weren’t fighting.

The she-cat paused on the fence, stopping to lick her pelt where it had been ruffled. She refused to look so poorly even when she was upset. She would be just fine, nobody had to know. Kalahar continued to think about a cat she may to go and Simón did happen to cross her mind. ‘Why would I ever go to that heartless beast?’ she bitterly thought. As far as she could recall, they did nothing but fight. Every crossing was a bit of a flirt, a brush of fur, and then a wave of harsh words and sometimes sharp claws. She remembered giving him a good nick on the nose once for some words he said. For some reason, only Simón could get under her skin like that and she liked it. ‘How masochistic am I if I like that?’

Kalahar knew she would rather fight with him than stay in her own house, of course. And his house was fairly close to where she was. There was no reason to worry if she just stayed away from claws, right? Her heart clenched some and her stomach twisted upon itself before she started walking in the direction of his home, mind clouding as she thought about every vicious fight they had. It always seemed to happen because she felt good with him and then she would hate him in the next instant. Why so fast? Why couldn’t they just get along? Maybe it was hormones or maybe it was the passing of emotions onto her from her people. But all she knew was she was upset and was despising herself for going to the handsome but bothersome tom.

Had she paid attention, she would have realized the hefty Saint Bernard in the yard next to Simón’s. She had to cross by it and the big dog saw her before she saw him. The brute leapt to his feet and ran over, barking at the top of his lungs before slamming into the fence in all efforts to get the cat. Kalahar had jumped at the first bark and instantly tried to run for Simón’s yard, hoping to get there before this dog got her. But the dog was fast despite its weight and when it rocketed into the fence, it sent her hurtling forward, crashing into the wooden fence between the two yards. It was enough to roll her over the fence but she had no time to flip her body back and she landed on the ground back first. She yowled quickly, tossing herself to her feet only to collapse in the flowerbed.

“Why me?” she wailed, hissing when she realized the wooden edge of the fence had caught her shoulder which now matted her beautiful cream fur with blood. It hurt her pride greatly and her shoulder felt terrible. Plus the aching of her back was making her want to curl up and die right there. Why today? Of all days, why did today have to go so wrong? Now she lied helpless in the enemy’s yard! Today was just not her day.

[Kitty]

The days were growing chillier, but the cat flap Simón's housefolk had put in enabled him to come and go as he pleased.

Unfortunately, they usually closed it at night, so he had to sit and meow every morning until they came over and opened it. Quite undignifying, really, yowling at the top of his lungs until they finally noticed him. Thankfully, most mornings they opened it right away instead of going on about their business and giving him the stink eye.

Today was not one of those mornings.

Oh, yes, they were perfectly capable of refilling his food bowl and water bowl, but they couldn't waste the extra steps to remove the panel shutting off the cat flap and preventing him from going to the outdoors. Don't get him wrong, Simón usually adored his housefolk. Today, however, he was more than a little irritated with them by the time they finally removed the panel and let him outside, mumbling curses in their own language. The chilly breeze blasted him in the face as soon as he stepped on the porch, and he was half-tempted to turn back around. But no, the gray feline could not do that now that he'd finally gotten what he wanted.

He wandered the yard a bit, stretching out his muscles and getting his blood flowing so that it would not seem so cold. Eventually, he ended up back on the porch, grooming his short, sleek blue pelt. That was where he sat when the furious barking broke out from the next garden over. That Saint Bernard was quite the annoyance, he mused, startling a bit when he heard the sound of a large canine body slamming into the wood fence. It was only when he looked up that he realized what had caused the large dog's distress.

On top of the fence, now clawing wildly for purchase, was Kalahar. He leaped to his paws as she slipped and fell, dropping from the top of the fence and landing back-first on the ground of his female housefolk's garden. "Kalahar!" Within a heartbeat he'd shot across the yard and to her side, nothing but worry plaguing his mind. Kalahar, Kalahar. Was she hurt? She'd collapsed on her stomach, and at first he thought she was alright, but that idea was immediately overruled when he noticed her shoulder.

Oh no. Oh no, she was bleeding. Poor Kalahar was hurt and bleeding and he didn't know what to do. "Y-you're shoulder!" he gasped. "Kalahar, you're hurt!" Without thinking, Simón began to lick the wound. Blood was not a particularly good flavor, but he wasn't sure what else to do.

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Great mousedung. She didn’t need to have this at all. The creamy colored she-cat glares at the Spanish feline that had darted to her side. In pain and dealing with him now when this was not when she wanted him. Could this day get any worse? She tried to stand again, hating that she was down in front of him. Never in front of the enemy were you to look weak and here she was bleeding and aching all along her spine. This was not the time! She growled low in her throat, bubbling anger seeping through her as her fur stood on end. His panicked voice and stuttering did not receive kind remarks in return, but rather harsh ones.

“What are you doing, Simón?!”

[/b] she snapped, hissing when his rough, warm tongue met her wound. She batted a paw at him, for once unsheathed, which only caused her to strain her muscles. This caused her to gasp and fall into him, held up by his mass as she tried to get her bearings back. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she would need Simón’s help until the pain went away. Kalahar went to make another comment except something else unexpectedly came from her maw in a quiet murmur. “Why are you so worried about me?”[/color] If she had not been conflicted before about him, she was far more so now.

Her heart seemed to skip a beat just staring at him and thankfully her pinned back ears hid the growing redness they acquired. She refused to let him know she was embarrassed by the whole situation. She glanced at her shoulder, wincing just at the sight of the gash. It probably was not too bad, but in the heat of the moment, it was terrible. And Simón… Simón had tried to help. She brought her green eyes back up to him, trying to find the right words only to realize now that the only words she would utter were potentially the wrong ones.

”Nice to see cats have to nearly get gnawed on by dogs for you to care.”[/color] Kalahar mentally upbraided herself for her rude comment, but she was still angry and Simón had always been the brunt of her words. Why change anything now?[/blockquote]

[Kitty]

(fuuuu- sorry this is so late D:)

Simón blinked, startled by Kalahar's vicious reaction to his assistance. He was about to make some remark about what exactly he was doing when she swatted at him. With her claws unsheathed. He took the brunt of the swipe straight on the nose and stumbled back a few pawsteps. Oh, so this is what he got for being helpful and caring? Well, if this was how Kalahar was going to react, maybe he shouldn't have bothered to cross his yard just to check on her and make sure she was okay. He didn't have to, anyway.

However, the bat of Kalahar's paw combined with her shoulder injury sent her off-balance and her momentum sent her stumbling right into Simón. He automatically caught her and allowed her to prop herself up against him, though he was still half-considering just dumping her on the ground and stalking away back to his porch. He immediately decided against that, though, because her voice softened and she seemed almost...vulnerable when she spoke next. "Why are you so worried about me?"

Why was he so worried about her? Usually they didn't get along. But all Simón's could think of was the fact that she was surprised that he'd come to the rescue. I mean, it seemed like a normal thing for him to do. It was Kalahar. She was hurt. Of course he'd come make sure she was okay. Why was that so surprising? Did she expect him to just sit on the porch and watch her topple off the top of the fence? Watch her bleed from a distance?

He was about to comment on this when Kalahar went and ruined it. "Nice to see cats have to nearly get gnawed on by dogs for you to care."

Simón bristled. She thought he didn't care? Why would she assume that she had to be in a dangerous situation for him to worry about her? What did she know about it?

"You do not know anything about it," he growled, his blue-gray fur fluffed up around the shoulders. "You have no reason to talk." It wasn't like she'd ever cared for him, anyway. Why should he bother if it wasn't mutual?

The handsome kittypet resisted the urge to step aside and let her fall to the ground, instead choosing to lead her over to the porch and prop her up against the steps before turning away, ears flattened in anger. If this was how she was going to react, he should have just stayed up on the porch.