Michael lumbered outside to see that once again, cats had invaded his lawn.
They looked up at him in the doorway, lazily grooming themselves, and went back to whatever it was that cats did.
Most likely, talking.
Michael couldn understand much of what they were talking about, as cat voices were higher and stranger than that of any human's frequency. Cats, neither human, angel, or demon, had a strange way of appearing wherever they felt.
Right now, that was Michael's front lawn, covered in leaves and lounging in the sun.
About the grab the broom he usually used to sweep the porch on Mondays and Fridays, Michael stopped.
A cat, small and orange was rubbing up on his legs, purring.
Damn varmints were seductive.
Michael let out a sigh and stooped to pet the creature, enjoying the rising purrs on the lawn. The cat, barely past its awkward not-quite-adult-not-quite-kitten stage,decided to climb up his leg, claws out, and sit on his shoulder, cold nose pressed against his ear.
Dammit.
Now the damn thing was all over him. He raked dark, wavey hair out of his eyes, and supposed that it was better than a dog, which were loud and smelly.
He was glad they couldn't follow him in here.
He let the cat rub up on his face, enjoying how its skull colided with his and didn't tickle like human hands did.
Dollface was out for today, she was busy.
That seemed to be all she could think about, her new job. Today, she'd be going up to St. Louis with a new person and getting stuff to make costumes.
Michael didn't like that too much, why would she have to make new clothes with new people when she should be waiting tables or recieve them in the mail, pre-paid and ready to go.
Seemed shady to him, but what did he now? He spent his entire life from the age of six in an asylum.
Cat still on his shoulder, Michael gave in and swept the front porch today instead of waiting for Friday like he usually would.