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To onedivinemisfit, I know it's been almost a year since I last updated this story, but I wanted to write something that would make you smile or make your day even, and I hope that this does that. It took me a while to figure out what ideas were swimming around my head and to get back to it. But I'm happy to return, and I really hope that you enjoy this story as much as you did last year. I hope it makes you really, really happy!
It's so hot today! As if the heat is like tiny droplets embedded in her fur, making fur a living nightmare. Her beloved spot by the window only gets so much air. Though today, it rests open, letting the hint of wind in, whenever the wind comes by. It's still so hot, and Shirayuki debates how Obi survives out there on the hot days.
His thick, black fur must be unbearable, and she lifts her head up just a tad to peek out the window. He's not here yet. Is he burning up out there?
She stares past the open window, sticking her head out into the just arriving wind, and trying to spot even the hint of a little black cat or not so little rather. Obi's bigger than her; it's easy to forget, because he's never so close to her that she could feel his fur, that she can get a gauge for how tall he is.
And then there's his four little paws, and he's moving down the alleyway, still moving slowly, and she wonders if he ever runs it, if he ever feels the need to race against the city that moves around him.
It's a thought that feels as slow as she feels today, and then he comes towards her, pausing beside the open window.
"Obi?" Shirayuki calls, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine." He shrugs in a lazy stretch and lays outside the window, as if it is just any other day.
"But your fur's black!" Shirayuki tells him as if Obi doesn't know, and he gives her a look as if telling her that that isn't news.
"Your window's left open, Miss." He smiles, changing the topic with the ease that he seems to maintain always.
"Yeah, to cool it off." Shirayuki stares down at Obi's paws, and a rather wild thought finally hits her. "Come in!"
"What? Why?" Obi gives her a blank, uninterested look, and Shirayuki contemplates words that seem hard to come by.
"It's cooler in here, and you must be hot. You don't have to stay long, Obi. Just a moment. Grandma and Grandpa are asleep; they won't see you." Shirayuki isn't sure her argument is even close to justified, but Obi gives her a questioning look and begins to move slowly, sauntering right in through the window.
He lays down beside her, and his fur almost feels cool for a second, and then it warms her side up like a little furnace. And Shirayuki readjusts herself to try to hide from the warmth. And up close, she can see just how rough his fur looks, how much he really needs a good clean.
She's too warm to try right now, and half scared that the attempt would scare Obi away regardless, just he's so close, and that's remarkably new.
Her chest feels warm beneath her fur, and as she looks at him, she tries to cherish this moment, because before she knows it, the moment will pass, and Obi will slink back out the window to the city that must be so familiar to him.
An alley cat is different than a person cat, but yet, she almost wishes that he could stay here too and be right beside her.
