by Knightdaniru » 02/07/2009 7:05 PM
Paddy raised her head and sniffed. Few knew she was pretty much blind by watching her. Her skill with her other senses and her habit of looking alertly in the direction of smells or sounds made it easy for her to hide the lack of sight. She could see that there was light here, and could see two dim blurry shapes, Valentine and who she assumed was the other 'cain, but that was about it. She smelled smoke though. Like a fire place, and it was warm in the area because of it. A fact that comforted her. She could also hear the flames, a familiar sound.
"Ooh!" Valentine said, looking around. "Not a bad place to stay! I wouldn't mind it." She was friendly, but less polite to the new lucain. She had never been submissive, but was defiantly not dominant either. Paddy had trained her to know the lucain was in charge, but other than that Valentine was pretty free and quite the thief when it came to food at times. The feel of the flames was obviously less familiar to her, as she went and burnt her nose trying to sniff them, but she seemed to like them just the same, though probably only because she could see in there light, and was not as good as paddy at steering through deep shadows.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!
The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth