Tree
Grimmjow, stared hopelessly, at the instruction booklet that came with the cat tree, he had bought for his little kitty.
The finished product, pictured in the booklet was was amazing looking. It had 9 scraching posts, 4 open ledges, 3 perches, 2 condos and a ladder. Most of it was covered in a tan, plush fabric. That touted itself as being indistructable. The entire tree rose about 12 feet into the air.
However it did not look like much now.
All of the pieces were scattered on the floor, randomly waiting to be put together. This espada was not even the least bit handy. He was more apt to tearing things apart, then putting them together.
But, still he tried. He tore opened the clear plastic bags that contained the screws and nuts ,and the odd shaped screw driver. It was small, black, crooked in the middle and square shaped. He had never seen such a thing. But he stuck it in his pocket, just in case he figured out it's use later.
After about 3 hours of curseing and jambing pieces together.
Much like a father puting togethver a bycical or swingset on christmas morning. With almost no knowledge on how to do it.
But doing it none the less until it comes out perfectly.
He had built the only climbable tree in all of Las Nochas and Waco Mundo
Panthera, watched, as the feralness drained from his masters face and he became calm again. Grimmjow felt a sence of pride that nobody exept his pet would see, and he knew that even when some of the others could learn to communicate with this spotted, ball of fur. certain things would be reseved just between them.
The panther, apoached the tall structure tentativly. He looked at the roughness of the scraching posts, The great height and the softness of the carpeting. He knew it was not a real tree, but he loved it, as if it was.
He streched his small padded paws up agaist one of the sisal posts, and he detracted his claws. He then, felt the roughness and the the fibers catching and snagging his claws. It was a kind of bliss that only felines know, as he purred loudly. But, before he did anything else, he ran over to Grimmjow, and rubbed himself up agaist his leg. True, he could have said thank you
But as some say, actions speak louder then words. The tall man just smiled down at him, and the panther ran back to the tree and lept to the highest perch, where he collaped into sleep.