Arno had been keeping an eye out for the furry friend in the mist. He couldn't go out to it, but he was one of the ones that tried to occasionally pass on food for it from time to time. He'd also watch it carefully sometimes, just for the very fact.
The cat looked so large to him and when it didn't get him to thinking how insignificant he is at his size, or where they actually were for a regular cat to be around, it got him to thinking about home.
He loved cats, always have. As far as he was concerned, dogs could be trained as lackeys and there were plenty a times as a kid he was sure he was to be mauled by one or more of them. Thank a certain someone for that. Cats acted by themselves, were independent. Most of the time. When he grew older, lived in Paris, and he obtained steward status at the cafe, he would sneak cream from the kitchen and bring it up to his room. There were a few cats that liked to be regular on top of their roof. Probably in search of food, and Arno didn't mind being a supplier. Neither did the cats.
Suddenly in that one afternoon, he saw something else in that mist. Giant? No, of course not. That is-.
It was a full sized human. A human little girl, looking for her cat. It was obvious, wasn't it? The poor cat was lost, and as sweet as the reunion was, it really made Arno feel...he wasn't actually sure how he felt.
As the boat came with the simple trinkets came and as it was secured, Arno fluttered down the tree slowly. He looked on the objects with a neutral expression. He didn't engage in rooting through, or anything.
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The cat looked so large to him and when it didn't get him to thinking how insignificant he is at his size, or where they actually were for a regular cat to be around, it got him to thinking about home.
He loved cats, always have. As far as he was concerned, dogs could be trained as lackeys and there were plenty a times as a kid he was sure he was to be mauled by one or more of them. Thank a certain someone for that. Cats acted by themselves, were independent. Most of the time. When he grew older, lived in Paris, and he obtained steward status at the cafe, he would sneak cream from the kitchen and bring it up to his room. There were a few cats that liked to be regular on top of their roof. Probably in search of food, and Arno didn't mind being a supplier. Neither did the cats.
Suddenly in that one afternoon, he saw something else in that mist. Giant? No, of course not. That is-.
It was a full sized human. A human little girl, looking for her cat. It was obvious, wasn't it? The poor cat was lost, and as sweet as the reunion was, it really made Arno feel...he wasn't actually sure how he felt.
As the boat came with the simple trinkets came and as it was secured, Arno fluttered down the tree slowly. He looked on the objects with a neutral expression. He didn't engage in rooting through, or anything.