The Cat's Waltz - Second Encounter


At the Subterranean Exhibit



The cat waltzed into the next enclosure. Espying furry brown bodies floating on their backs along a stream, the image of sleeping otters painted in her mind matched the sight before her, except that she had envisioned more otters - they were notorious for having big families despite their small means. 

Only lazy people sleep at midday. If they worked on their popularity and weren’t so easily satisfied, they would probably get a better enclosure. Captive to the embrace of their slumber, it took the cat awhile to get their attention, “Hey, you know the swan over there?” Their darkened eyes, which unbeknownst to the cat was caused by the fatigue of a week’s practice of their synchronized swimming item for the party, lightened up. “Yes, but he rarely speaks to us...” they said.

Immediately, the cat’s interjection sliced through the air. “Obviously feeling too proud to talk!” 
 
Shocked, they exclaimed, “Oh, it wasn’t because he was shy?”  The cat smiled slyly at the doubts she had cast and began her tirade about the swan’s arrogance.

“Well, I’ll leave you to prepare for the party,” the cat concluded. “Or rather, sleep.” Before the otters could say anything, she spun on her paw and headed away.  

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I'm a mega weeb who just wants to share some online novels I've read and maybe translate some of them to english along the way. I do not guarantee the accuracy of my translations.

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