Writing prompt! Cat people lazing in the sun and enjoying life
There’s a thicket by the old train tracks, brown and green with thorny brush, and in the middle of it, an abandoned boxcar with a dent in the side the size of a horse. It’s by no means a proper home, hardly even a proper burrow, but it keeps out the rain. And on those all too rare days when the sun shines bright the metal roof turns into a massive tanning bed for its vagabond residents.
The pooka stretches, craning his bare back skyward, and scratches the scruff beneath his chin. “Hm. Squirrel.”
“Okay, that's L so... leech.”
“You did not kill an elk!”
She waves a paw dismissively. “The name of the game is ‘weird things you ate alphabet’ not ‘weird things you killed alphabet’.”
“You’re so feckin’ gross.”
Her ears flick back when she laughs. “It’s your turn.”
“Nah, screw your game. Im ‘unna take a nap.”
He curls up, pillowing his head in his hands. The sheer power of his laziness is almost infectious and she yawns so deeply she feels it in her ribs.
She wants more than this one day. She wants a real burrow, a real home. Somewhere where it never rains, in a house with four walls and a garden and a great big patio that smells like sandalwood.
But for now, this is okay.
