Don't worry, the Dragons are still flying around in my head! They haven't gone anywhere. In the meantime, enjoy a bit of a story about Big Boy and Baby Girl, titled "Hurricane Cats."
The big, old Tom meowed loudly as he sniffed around the
back of the building. He could usually
find something to eat where the humans dumped things. Despite the danger, this
was one of their better spots for food. The humans were lazy and sometimes just
dropped the bags on the ground, saving them trouble of climbing into the big,
metal box.
He glanced back at a pair of big grey eyes, that watched
him carefully from the deep grass beyond the edge of the pavement. She wouldn’t
come out until he told her it was safe, and he had managed to find something for
them to eat. He poked around among the bags, analyzing the many smells. After a
few tries, he found one that seemed promising, promptly ripping it open with
his front claws. He was immediately rewarded by a large number of chicken parts
that tumbled out onto the ground. He turned back to signal his mate, but she
had been watching him, and was already half way across the pavement from her
hiding spot. He returned his attention to the chicken, sniffing them
appraisingly to find a suitable piece as the little female helped herself to a
drumstick.
A cool wind, blowing in off the gulf, sent a chill over
them as they ate their dinner. They paused again to look around, sniffing the
air, knowing that the wind meant a storm was coming. They would need to return
to their home soon, before the weather turned worse and it started to rain. They
paused from their feast, cautiously glancing around, knowing that the humans
could interrupt them at any time. The little female paused, her teeth still
hurting from their last run-in with the humans, abandoned the drumstick in
search of something softer. She found another piece that suited her tender
mouth and dug in.
Suddenly something thumped against the wall above them. They froze, not sure if the humans had discovered their hiding spot. Much to their surprise, a piece of chicken landed on the ground in front of their hiding place. The big Tom didn’t hesitate, darting quickly out to secure the piece, and drag it back into the safety of their hide. By the time he returned, the female was tentatively licking the piece he had carried over. He meowed approvingly at her, settling down in the deep grass and the safety of their hide to enjoy the piece that had fallen out of the sky.
The wind continued to blow, as the rain began to fall. They continued to feed, knowing they would eat as long as they could before retreating to their den. They could tell it was going to be a big storm, but they were not worried. Their den was strong, and had protected them from the humans and storms for a long time.
