Corrine Bertrand (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
amityville_sweetheart) wrote2005-04-11 02:31 am
amityville_sweetheart) wrote2005-04-11 02:31 am
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A lonely life.
Keys jingle softly in a lock, and on the inside, two creatures wait, tails twitching in the darkness. As the door begins to open, they scatter. Someone walks through, and a soft, light voice can be heard.
"Momma's home, babies," Corrine says to the empty room. Suddenly, out of the darkness emerges two sets of glowing eyes. The lights are flicked on to reveal two cats, one male and one female. The female is small and skinny, black with orange and white spots. The male is a shiny, creme Siamese, with curious brown eyes.
The female takes this opportunity to rub against her mistress's leg, curling up around her feet. "Hello, Ninny!" Corrine says with a smile, reaching down to scritch the kitten behind her ears. "And how was your day, silly?"
Ninnyhammer perks up as Corrine heads for the kitchen. Right on schedule, Corrine opens the second to left cabinet, her hand emerging with a bag of Friskies. She shakes some into two little cat bowls, and the cats come running, ready to chow down.
Satisfied that her babies have been fed, Corrine tosses her bag onto the kitchen table and flops down in a chair. She kicks off her shoes, careful that they don't land near the cats, and props her feet up on another chair.
"Well, Samson left us today," she says to the cats. The male-- Kinsey-- looks up at her almost curiously. "Someone finally adopted him. Which is good, yes, but... well, I was sad to see him go."
Licking his chops in gratitude, Kinsey strolls over to his owner and hops into her lap.
"Well, I missed you, too, of course!" She gives the cat a caring scratch along the back, then snuggles him into her arms. "Don't worry. You know you're the main man in my life, Kinsey. Samson didn't mean anything!" She holds the cat up to face her, giving him kissy-lips. "You know I wuv you, yes you do!"
With a final scritch, she sets the cat down and makes her way into the living room. She knows before she even reaches the answering machine on the coffee table that there are no messages, but she hits the button anyway. "You have... 0 new messages," the machine says in its automated voice.
Sighing, Corrine heads for the bathroom for a much-needed shower after a long day. "Guess it's just you and me again, kitties. Maybe we'll see what's on HBO tonight..." she says as she closes the bathroom door.
"Momma's home, babies," Corrine says to the empty room. Suddenly, out of the darkness emerges two sets of glowing eyes. The lights are flicked on to reveal two cats, one male and one female. The female is small and skinny, black with orange and white spots. The male is a shiny, creme Siamese, with curious brown eyes.
The female takes this opportunity to rub against her mistress's leg, curling up around her feet. "Hello, Ninny!" Corrine says with a smile, reaching down to scritch the kitten behind her ears. "And how was your day, silly?"
Ninnyhammer perks up as Corrine heads for the kitchen. Right on schedule, Corrine opens the second to left cabinet, her hand emerging with a bag of Friskies. She shakes some into two little cat bowls, and the cats come running, ready to chow down.
Satisfied that her babies have been fed, Corrine tosses her bag onto the kitchen table and flops down in a chair. She kicks off her shoes, careful that they don't land near the cats, and props her feet up on another chair.
"Well, Samson left us today," she says to the cats. The male-- Kinsey-- looks up at her almost curiously. "Someone finally adopted him. Which is good, yes, but... well, I was sad to see him go."
Licking his chops in gratitude, Kinsey strolls over to his owner and hops into her lap.
"Well, I missed you, too, of course!" She gives the cat a caring scratch along the back, then snuggles him into her arms. "Don't worry. You know you're the main man in my life, Kinsey. Samson didn't mean anything!" She holds the cat up to face her, giving him kissy-lips. "You know I wuv you, yes you do!"
With a final scritch, she sets the cat down and makes her way into the living room. She knows before she even reaches the answering machine on the coffee table that there are no messages, but she hits the button anyway. "You have... 0 new messages," the machine says in its automated voice.
Sighing, Corrine heads for the bathroom for a much-needed shower after a long day. "Guess it's just you and me again, kitties. Maybe we'll see what's on HBO tonight..." she says as she closes the bathroom door.