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Imladris · 07-26-2005, 11:29 PM

I licked my pink nose as I contemplated the White Horse Inn. Long had it been since I had stayed here, and, if truth be revealed, I could not remember if it had changed much. We felines care little for remembering that which is nostalgic in nature -- we care about the breeze upon a warm sunny day, or recalling a particular patch of dirt which is perfect for a lovely roll (though I usually deferred such pleasure in the company of humans, for the dirt tends to tarnish my auriferous coat), and, of course, we care mostly about ourselves. But that is niether here nor there...

The first thing to do now that I had arrived was to groom away all signs of travel and once more allow my glorious fur to glisten and shine in the bright sun. (You will not imagine how thankful I am that I was not arrayed in a sable coat, which the sun tends to dull and fade. But with my own golden fur, the sun seems to compliment it instead of destroying its beauty.) Grooming one's self is pure pleasure...I still cannot fathom why some of my human acquaintances are reluctant to take baths (which is their coarse version of grooming).

Once done with this, I sauntered towards a building that seemed to be some sort of stable. I sniffed the air delicately...ah yes, there it was. The distinct emanation of horse. My lips curled in distaste, and I wrapped my slender golden tail about my paws. Horses are -- ah how to put it in a way which does not violate my dignity -- bereft of all sort of eloquence and grace. Of course, what could one expect with such clumsy lumps of wood that served as feet. Why, they even had to suffer the indignity of wearing shoes. I could not help but laugh at the thought. Of course there were some horses that were distinguished from their common fellows, such as the Mearas, but they did not count in my general assessment of horses in general.

I yawned mightily. I was weary with my travels, and a warm puddle of sunlight beckoned to me. I licked my paws, layed down right down in the middle of it and gave myself up to sleep.

07-26-2005, 11:29 PM	#510
Imladris Tears of the Phoenix Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby. Posts: 1,453	Goldwine, who styles himself Prince of Cats, doth return I licked my pink nose as I contemplated the White Horse Inn. Long had it been since I had stayed here, and, if truth be revealed, I could not remember if it had changed much. We felines care little for remembering that which is nostalgic in nature -- we care about the breeze upon a warm sunny day, or recalling a particular patch of dirt which is perfect for a lovely roll (though I usually deferred such pleasure in the company of humans, for the dirt tends to tarnish my auriferous coat), and, of course, we care mostly about ourselves. But that is niether here nor there... The first thing to do now that I had arrived was to groom away all signs of travel and once more allow my glorious fur to glisten and shine in the bright sun. (You will not imagine how thankful I am that I was not arrayed in a sable coat, which the sun tends to dull and fade. But with my own golden fur, the sun seems to compliment it instead of destroying its beauty.) Grooming one's self is pure pleasure...I still cannot fathom why some of my human acquaintances are reluctant to take baths (which is their coarse version of grooming). Once done with this, I sauntered towards a building that seemed to be some sort of stable. I sniffed the air delicately...ah yes, there it was. The distinct emanation of horse. My lips curled in distaste, and I wrapped my slender golden tail about my paws. Horses are -- ah how to put it in a way which does not violate my dignity -- bereft of all sort of eloquence and grace. Of course, what could one expect with such clumsy lumps of wood that served as feet. Why, they even had to suffer the indignity of wearing shoes. I could not help but laugh at the thought. Of course there were some horses that were distinguished from their common fellows, such as the Mearas, but they did not count in my general assessment of horses in general. I yawned mightily. I was weary with my travels, and a warm puddle of sunlight beckoned to me. I licked my paws, layed down right down in the middle of it and gave myself up to sleep.