Post by wynnyelle on Mar 11, 2008 7:02:38 GMT -5
Bongo sat down in the field to groom his fur...he had picked up a few burrs somewhere along the way out here. He ended up having to whisk them out of his fur with his front paw, not an easy task when you had no claws. "Good idea to come out here," he said to his tabby companion. "Looks like you got us good and lost."
Jersey paced back and forth, the little tiny bell on her collar jingling. "I was following scents! There were--it smelled like there was food! I thought maybe if there was food, he would show up--he's got to be eating from somewhere, right?" She sat down next to him. "And we're not lost. All we have to do is retrace our steps." She smiled at him to reassure him.
"All right," said Bongo, "then you'll be the leader here. Anyway it's obvious he's not in this field. Think you let the smell of rabbit get in the way of your judgement."
"Maybe I did," said Jersey. "But, you know, I am kind of hungry."
"So'm I, but we're not exactly cut out to go hunting." Bongo's mind had been on food as well. They had been able to scavenge food while still in the twolegs neighbourhood, but now that they had left it, there was no garbage or handouts to sustain them. Great, thought Bongo. We're lost AND hungry.
Would it be possible to somehow learn to hunt even without their claws? Bongo was swiftly beginning to hope it would somehow be so. After all, they still had their teeth. The twolegs hadn't removed those from them.
Jersey paced back and forth, the little tiny bell on her collar jingling. "I was following scents! There were--it smelled like there was food! I thought maybe if there was food, he would show up--he's got to be eating from somewhere, right?" She sat down next to him. "And we're not lost. All we have to do is retrace our steps." She smiled at him to reassure him.
"All right," said Bongo, "then you'll be the leader here. Anyway it's obvious he's not in this field. Think you let the smell of rabbit get in the way of your judgement."
"Maybe I did," said Jersey. "But, you know, I am kind of hungry."
"So'm I, but we're not exactly cut out to go hunting." Bongo's mind had been on food as well. They had been able to scavenge food while still in the twolegs neighbourhood, but now that they had left it, there was no garbage or handouts to sustain them. Great, thought Bongo. We're lost AND hungry.
Would it be possible to somehow learn to hunt even without their claws? Bongo was swiftly beginning to hope it would somehow be so. After all, they still had their teeth. The twolegs hadn't removed those from them.
