This went on for several minutes, with Lloyd yanking and pulling and the cat mewling and yowling desperately. Finally, he felt something give away beneath the earth, and he grunted through gritted teeth. “Almodt. . .Got ib!” With a final, tremendous jerk he yanked the post out, causing the cat to fairly scream in agony. The wire fell limp around its injured paw, and Lloyd quickly swiped it away. “I did ib!” The cat stared at the fallen wire in shock, then began rapidly limping away. “Hey, wait!” Lloyd called. The kitten hopped on three legs to the bank of the hollow and attempted to jump out, but it strained its red-stained leg and tumbled into a shivering, mewling heap in the sand. “It’s OK, little guy, I’m not going to hurt you. . . Ah-CHIEE!” Lloyd crouched down and took the little cat in his arms, even though doing so would make him sneeze harder. The kitten trembled violently in his gentle grasp, staring up at him with bristled fur and huge blue eyes. It made a feeble attempt to escape his arms, but he held fast. “Sh, id’s gonna be OK. . . Ah-CHIEE!” He sniffed as he gently took the mangled paw and inspected it. He figured the best thing he could do was clean the wound with cold water and find a way to stop the bleeding. “Let’s get you to the river—Ah-CHIEE! Darn ib!” It was but a minute later Lloyd had carried the cat out of the woods and to the bank of the wildly gurgling river. He crouched down on a flat boulder protruding out to the water, grasping the cat with one hand, and used his teeth to pull off his glove. He dipped it in the river, squeezed it to rid of extra water, then proceeded to dab the soaked material at the wound so he might be able to see it better. The poor cat quivered and shied away, but he managed to gently press on the paw amid its protesting squeaks and mewing. It clawed him several times on his bare hand, creating stinging, angry-looking scratches that made him wince, but he kept to the task. After a few minutes of struggle the cat finally fell still, knowing that there was little chance of escape.
Very well described! Unfortunately I can somewhat relate to what Lloyd has to go through.
Lloyd felt rather glad to be doing something useful instead of just wandering hopelessly through the forest, even if the cat didn’t really appreciate it and that it was making him sniffle and sneeze like crazy. As he cleaned the wound and sniffed through his stuffed-up nose, he began muttering idly to himself, if not to the kitten. “How’d you ged caught in dat thing, huh? Looks pretty bainful. No, shh, don’d try to run away. I’b just trying to help, little guy. “Do you hab a name? You look like a Jake do me. Can Ib call you Jake? Ah-CHIEE!” He sniffed. “Man, now is a beally bad time to be allerdic to cats. You wouldn’t believe what’d happened to be and by friends last night. Crazy cat-things hab been attacking us. We hab doe idea why—Ah-CHIEE!” He rubbed his stuffy nose and stood up. “Ah, let’d just find a sheltered spot. I want do look at dat baw, Jake.” Lloyd carried Jake away from the thunder of the river and brought him to a sheltered area between several aged oak trees towering high above them. He ducked into the shelter of a leafy bough sticking out from a large bush and gently set Jake down in his lap. As soon as he settled Jake attempted to make a break for it, but Lloyd grabbed him and chastened gently. “Hey, hey, none of dat. Let be see your baw.” Lloyd took Jake’s hind paw and inspected it, noting with approval that the gore was now washed away and no longer bleeding. It still looked rather painful, though, and there was no question about the little calico being able to walk—at least not for now. He sneezed, then sighed. “I don’t think you’re going do be able do walk for a while, Jake. Why don’t you day here with be for a little bit; keep be company? Ah-CHIEE!” Jake kept jumping at the sound of his sneezes, which actually looked rather funny and made Lloyd grin. He glanced up beyond the canopy of leaves to see the sky beginning to darken overhead. Dark clouds were starting to form, casting dark shade across the vast woodland. Lloyd sighed and decided to stay put under the bush for the night, though with acquiescence.
Lloyd slowed and crouched down, hoping the animal would calm down soon. “Hey, shh, it’s all right, I’m here to—Ah-CHIEE!” He rubbed his nose and muttered. “Darn ib. Dumb allerdies.” ***
Lloyd, and his love for animals. . . .
If it was me, I'd do the same if I didn't have that experience with those fighting cats, but in this case, I don't know. . . .
Hopefully it's Matilda, or maybe it'll be grateful to him for freeing it, so then the cats'll not capture him?
Indeed. It's sweet, but it does have a habit of landing him in trouble.
{JAMMERS! -Jon- ONLY!} Matilda's cat form was a skinny brown tabby, while this is a young calico cat. The witch may or may not be able to change the looks of her cat form, but I'm just throwing that out there.
{JAMMERS! -Jon now cuz it doesnt really involve NFM anymore - ONLY!} Haven't you noticed? There seems to be a pattern in movies and books. . . Whenever a significant character is introduced around the beginning of the story, and they wear a mask, there's obviously an interesting or important reason as to why they wear it. Later on in the movie/book, that character usually ends up taking it off, and nine times out of ten it's a huge shock to the audience, because it either reveals something stunning about their face or their true identity. I've just noticed it seems to be a pattern many writers and filmmakers like to follow.
Lloyd slowed and crouched down, hoping the animal would calm down soon. “Hey, shh, it’s all right, I’m here to—Ah-CHIEE!” He rubbed his nose and muttered. “Darn ib. Dumb allerdies.” *** Lloyd hesitated, then placed his hands around the post and tightened his grasp. He gritted his teeth and began to wrench at the wood, yanking and tugging as hard as he could. At the violent jerks the young cat wailed pitifully, for the wire was now wrenching at its injured paw mercilessly. Lloyd hated hurting it, but he forced himself to ignore the cat’s cries and yank harder. The post began to shift after several tries, encouraging him to tug harder and even dig at the ground around it with one hand. Dirt and pebbles were disturbed beneath the surface, and occasionally he scraped his fingers on the rocks, but he kept going.
Free it Lloyd!! Free it! Poor kitty.
What cracks me up is the fact that Jonmbost is like "careful, Lloyd, it could be a bad guy " and you're like "free it! Free the kitty! ". I just thought the contrast was funny.
This went on for several minutes, with Lloyd yanking and pulling and the cat mewling and yowling desperately. Finally, he felt something give away beneath the earth, and he grunted through gritted teeth. “Almodt. . .Got ib!” With a final, tremendous jerk he yanked the post out, causing the cat to fairly scream in agony. The wire fell limp around its injured paw, and Lloyd quickly swiped it away. “I did ib!” *** It was but a minute later Lloyd had carried the cat out of the woods and to the bank of the wildly gurgling river. He crouched down on a flat boulder protruding out to the water, grasping the cat with one hand, and used his teeth to pull off his glove. He dipped it in the river, squeezed it to rid of extra water, then proceeded to dab the soaked material at the wound so he might be able to see it better. The poor cat quivered and shied away, but he managed to gently press on the paw amid its protesting squeaks and mewing. It clawed him several times on his bare hand, creating stinging, angry-looking scratches that made him wince, but he kept to the task. After a few minutes of struggle the cat finally fell still, knowing that there was little chance of escape.
Very well described! Unfortunately I can somewhat relate to what Lloyd has to go through.
Lloyd felt rather glad to be doing something useful instead of just wandering hopelessly through the forest, even if the cat didn’t really appreciate it and that it was making him sniffle and sneeze like crazy. *** Jake kept jumping at the sound of his sneezes, which actually looked rather funny and made Lloyd grin. He glanced up beyond the canopy of leaves to see the sky beginning to darken overhead. Dark clouds were starting to form, casting dark shade across the vast woodland. Lloyd sighed and decided to stay put under the bush for the night, though with acquiescence.
Lloyd rubbed at his eyes, but that only made the mild itching worse. As annoying as his allergies were, he didn’t really want to leave Jake alone with that injured leg, though the cat certainly did. Every once in a while Jake would start to squirm to free himself from his grip, but Lloyd tugged him back gently and murmured sleepily. “Hey. You’re nod going anywhere on dat leg. Relax.” Tentatively, he reached out and awkwardly pet the little cat on the head between his ears. Not being much of an animal expert (save for dragons), he wasn’t quite sure if he was doing it right, especially when Jake flinched and tried to pull away. Lloyd stopped, then tried to imagine if he himself was a cat. Where would he like to be petted? Would he like to be scratched behind the ears? Or stroked on his spine? This experience was strangely new and awkward for him, but Lloyd finally began to hesitantly pet the cat like he’d seen people do it on TV. He stroked the calico around his head, shoulders, and back, wondering if he was doing it right. For the first few minutes Jake stiffened and flattened his ears, but by and by, as dusk fell quietly and darkness began to surround the two, the kitten began to relax under Lloyd’s hand. He even went as far as to roll onto his back on the human’s lap and allow him to rub his fluffy tummy. As time passed, Lloyd felt hunger gnawing painfully at his stomach and sleep tugging on his eyelids. Slowly, slowly did his stroke on Jake’s pelt decelerate and his eyes grew heavy. He let his eyes close and listened to the sound of nightbirds calling, crickets cheeping, and Jake purring softly at the touch of Lloyd’s hand.
This went on for several minutes, with Lloyd yanking and pulling and the cat mewling and yowling desperately. Finally, he felt something give away beneath the earth, and he grunted through gritted teeth. “Almodt. . .Got ib!” With a final, tremendous jerk he yanked the post out, causing the cat to fairly scream in agony. The wire fell limp around its injured paw, and Lloyd quickly swiped it away. “I did ib!” The cat stared at the fallen wire in shock, then began rapidly limping away. “Hey, wait!” Lloyd called. The kitten hopped on three legs to the bank of the hollow and attempted to jump out, but it strained its red-stained leg and tumbled into a shivering, mewling heap in the sand. “It’s OK, little guy, I’m not going to hurt you. . . Ah-CHIEE!” Lloyd crouched down and took the little cat in his arms, even though doing so would make him sneeze harder. The kitten trembled violently in his gentle grasp, staring up at him with bristled fur and huge blue eyes. It made a feeble attempt to escape his arms, but he held fast. “Sh, id’s gonna be OK. . . Ah-CHIEE!” He sniffed as he gently took the mangled paw and inspected it. He figured the best thing he could do was clean the wound with cold water and find a way to stop the bleeding. “Let’s get you to the river—Ah-CHIEE! Darn ib!” It was but a minute later Lloyd had carried the cat out of the woods and to the bank of the wildly gurgling river. He crouched down on a flat boulder protruding out to the water, grasping the cat with one hand, and used his teeth to pull off his glove. He dipped it in the river, squeezed it to rid of extra water, then proceeded to dab the soaked material at the wound so he might be able to see it better. The poor cat quivered and shied away, but he managed to gently press on the paw amid its protesting squeaks and mewing. It clawed him several times on his bare hand, creating stinging, angry-looking scratches that made him wince, but he kept to the task. After a few minutes of struggle the cat finally fell still, knowing that there was little chance of escape.
I find it funny that both you and MockingbirdInc have Lloyd have that cat allergy.
Lloyd felt rather glad to be doing something useful instead of just wandering hopelessly through the forest, even if the cat didn’t really appreciate it and that it was making him sniffle and sneeze like crazy. As he cleaned the wound and sniffed through his stuffed-up nose, he began muttering idly to himself, if not to the kitten. “How’d you ged caught in dat thing, huh? Looks pretty bainful. No, shh, don’d try to run away. I’b just trying to help, little guy. “Do you hab a name? You look like a Jake do me. Can Ib call you Jake? Ah-CHIEE!” He sniffed. “Man, now is a beally bad time to be allerdic to cats. You wouldn’t believe what’d happened to be and by friends last night. Crazy cat-things hab been attacking us. We hab doe idea why—Ah-CHIEE!” He rubbed his stuffy nose and stood up. “Ah, let’d just find a sheltered spot. I want do look at dat baw, Jake.” Lloyd carried Jake away from the thunder of the river and brought him to a sheltered area between several aged oak trees towering high above them. He ducked into the shelter of a leafy bough sticking out from a large bush and gently set Jake down in his lap. As soon as he settled Jake attempted to make a break for it, but Lloyd grabbed him and chastened gently. “Hey, hey, none of dat. Let be see your baw.” Lloyd took Jake’s hind paw and inspected it, noting with approval that the gore was now washed away and no longer bleeding. It still looked rather painful, though, and there was no question about the little calico being able to walk—at least not for now. He sneezed, then sighed. “I don’t think you’re going do be able do walk for a while, Jake. Why don’t you day here with be for a little bit; keep be company? Ah-CHIEE!” Jake kept jumping at the sound of his sneezes, which actually looked rather funny and made Lloyd grin. He glanced up beyond the canopy of leaves to see the sky beginning to darken overhead. Dark clouds were starting to form, casting dark shade across the vast woodland. Lloyd sighed and decided to stay put under the bush for the night, though with acquiescence.
Lloyd rubbed at his eyes, but that only made the mild itching worse. As annoying as his allergies were, he didn’t really want to leave Jake alone with that injured leg, though the cat certainly did. Every once in a while Jake would start to squirm to free himself from his grip, but Lloyd tugged him back gently and murmured sleepily. “Hey. You’re nod going anywhere on dat leg. Relax.” Tentatively, he reached out and awkwardly pet the little cat on the head between his ears. Not being much of an animal expert (save for dragons), he wasn’t quite sure if he was doing it right, especially when Jake flinched and tried to pull away. Lloyd stopped, then tried to imagine if he himself was a cat. Where would he like to be petted? Would he like to be scratched behind the ears? Or stroked on his spine? This experience was strangely new and awkward for him, but Lloyd finally began to hesitantly pet the cat like he’d seen people do it on TV. He stroked the calico around his head, shoulders, and back, wondering if he was doing it right. For the first few minutes Jake stiffened and flattened his ears, but by and by, as dusk fell quietly and darkness began to surround the two, the kitten began to relax under Lloyd’s hand. He even went as far as to roll onto his back on the human’s lap and allow him to rub his fluffy tummy. As time passed, Lloyd felt hunger gnawing painfully at his stomach and sleep tugging on his eyelids. Slowly, slowly did his stroke on Jake’s pelt decelerate and his eyes grew heavy. He let his eyes close and listened to the sound of nightbirds calling, crickets cheeping, and Jake purring softly at the touch of Lloyd’s hand.
" and you're like "free it! Free the kitty! 
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