Username: clouds-move-on
Cat Name: Prized Turkey
Gender: Male
Rank: City Cat
Clan: Lorilend
Kitty trying out for: MYO #1058
Prompt:
There's a spot just by the window saved just for him. The pillow there is his pillow- one of many numerous gifts the man has given him over the past two years.
The man works nights now. It used to be mornings, but Turkey likes this better- because he's home for longer. Turkey always goes to the window seat to wait for him. As soon as he sees the man returning, he places his paw on the glass- the man always sets his palm on the opposite side, says his name with warmth- barely audible though it is the glass- and then comes in the house.
The man used to bring him gifts when he worked mornings, but the gifts have dwindled. Not that it matters. There's more time together, more time to twine round and round his legs as he walks into the house, more time to chase the catnip stuffed sock the man throws up and around for him, and far more time to lounge on the couch by the radio, the traces of morning sun hitting where he sits just right. Surrounded by warmth- the man pressed against him on one side, and the sunbeam tracing the furs over his head on the other.
In his old home, Turkey was never allowed in the bedroom where his previous owner lived. But here, he is. The man always leaves it open for him, although Turkey never enters unless the man is there, too.
It means a lot to be trusted; it means a lot to have so much attentions given, when before there was so little.