Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry for the wait but now it is finished (for now), the new chapter to "A Cat and Fox's Tale" is now ready to be read to the public...

[So Much (to Kill) For A] Good Afternoon

The weather had gotten warm outside seeing that the once gray skies had become as bright like the shiny happy people outside with only a cloud and not a squall rolling alongside the vast and magnificent atmosphere of blue. The solar noon that was once hovering over the city where every single building, big or small, had left it all baptized in such resplendent wonder was now fading away. The flat and narrow concrete that remained neatly on the very street, burning hot like the magma of an erupting volcano as it was laying down there in the hot sun was now starting to cool down. The (en)harmonic honking and beeping of the constant traffic jam that resided in between the foreground and the background of this big city was dying down a little bit quickly, the sure sign that rush hour was slowly but surely ending as automobiles of all sizes, makes, and even models were now moving steadily on the (super)highways, freeways, throughways, expressways, and even the interstates regardless of direction whatsoever. The people that had gone dine on their break, however and wherever they chose to do it as they please and had sequentially gone back to work afterwards were preparing to go home; in addition, the folks who worked around or at their own homes along with the some looking through newspaper ads for some jobs sat did go off again back to their regular lives. A calm breeze strolled throughout the vicinity offering a sense of serenity to passersby; in turn, a few pedestrians (and bicyclists as well) were all aware that the breeze would keep many of them cool and unperturbed as most went to continue on with their daily lives outside their domiciles. Other than that, it was so tranquil it was as if that very proximity was near some open field that time had remembered, refusing to leave even when it was already known that the (post)modernism of civilization had colonized over there.

Of course, there were a fraction of workers that belonged to Eradicorp that were still moments away from being excused from their jobs as many were now ready to partake in doing things to make themselves relieved to get off from work, whether it was changing clothes, snacking on some food, chatting and/or texting on the phone, or even finishing up on some lost time; however, one of the other key points in one of its quotidian heydays was taking place in the cabana within the building where Ella was at this moment. It was like a public bathroom because aside from the fact that it had lived up to its name it was mainly a place where people had thrived on two simple things and two simple things alone: equanimity and confidentiality being true friends that looked out for each other; but, it was also segregation by gender as well, to ensure the two's presence. The (micro)climate inside there was searing and sweltering, creating temperatures that were so balmy it was like that a hot spring was found somewhere in a tropical could forest. The water is warm but would sent many shivering like if a baby was born crying out for attention whilst it memories fade like if they were looking through a fogged mirror as decision to decisions are made and not bought but one would even thought this wouldn't hurt a lot (guess not). Like the lunchroom from earlier, there were a large amount of workers that had their choice of wearing either their bathing suits or towels; however, some of the workers, well mostly the men, were in the warm water without either on, much to some of the workers' dismay and/or chagrin. There was also a large mountain laden with gushing water centered in the middle of the pool while separated by a set of giant wooden barriers separated the indoor spring into thirds by gender (and orientation).

Now, the feline had rested herself against the wall already submerged in the exquisitely warm water, the cheeks on her face blushing red like roses even as the description of them just by itself was older than her youth. She soon started to use her washcloth and soap to wash herself, first cleaning the ears above her head both inside and outside with ease and then scrubbing her face starting with the cheeks; afterwards, she had plunged her face into the blue and back of the water, slightly more calm and collected by the moment and had the neck bristled around by the washcloth with a caressing glee. Ella then dropped it to a discontented frown when she started to wash those underarms because of how its smell made her face cross with disgust. The feline then had turned around and took the towel off, her back now facing the crowd while staring at the wall face forward as she washed it all. She quickly turned back around again and then laid down slightly to raise her legs until the knees reached over the water, flushing away the foam in an instant and the brown hair had touched the water; momentarily, she started to wash her legs from top to bottom and from the water to my feet in a way that it felt like she was shaving her legs with a razor before scrubbing both palms of her feet and even flossing between the toes. I then soaked my legs back into the water before sitting back down again.

Finally, she had the whole moment to truly to herself to enjoy…

Author's Note: Woo, it seems that I'm getting rusty a bit since I might be running out of ideas; however, if you have any, then please PM me or review this story. Either way, I don't really care; it's the readers that matter and my punctuality that counts...