#swyntoby

[thorns-ofthe-thistle]

Cat’s Out of the Bag . [Double T]

@toby-determined

Thistle missed animals. Yes, he could just go in the woods whenever he wanted, and he certainly did, but humans had a funny habit of owning pets indoors. Something that was not necessarily as common in Elfhame, considering most animals had some level of sentience and in the Fenlands especially, they were revered and treated with respect.

He treated the animals here with respect as well, but he was curious about a potential pet. After all, he’d never had one before. There was a vague memory of an alley cat behind his apartment with his mother when he was a boy, but that was about it. 

So, one day, strolling through the woods, when he came across a hissing cat with a thorn in its paw, he scooped it up in his jacket and brought it back to his apartment. He had to hold the yowling thing down as he plucked the thorn from its paw and put a bit of ointment on it, but then he’d realized. Well, look at his luck! Now he had a house cat!

He was feeling very pleased with himself, even as the cat sat in the windowsill, licking its injured paw and glaring at him. The handle on the doorknob turned and the cat’s ears flicked and it raced to the door--

But on its injured paw it was too slow and the door snapped shut. The cat drew up short and hissed up at Toby before turning on its haunches and heading to the counter, where it jumped up to sit on the edge, going back to licking its injured paw, swishing it’s tail angrily. 

“Ah, you’re home! Good,” Thistle said and pointed to the cat. “Toby, meet Thistle. He is going to be staying with us for a while. Do we have any tuna?” He went back to rummaging through the cabinets. 

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[picture of Thistle]

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