Mar. 1st, 2022

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“You're right, you're right... It wouldn't do to greet him with a frown. Do you know where he i-” Before she could hope to finish the sentence, she was sharply interrupted by a vicious, snarling hiss from the sill of a long broken and empty window. Another cat, a rotund calico, her amber eyes narrowed into sharp slits as she puffed her already considerable size up a few more notches.

“You!!! You have some nerve coming back here! After all this time, all these years!!!!” In contrast to Ambrose's nasal drone, the calico held a remarkably deep timbre to her voice, as if every word were just oh so slightly growled, emanating from deep within the hefty feline's chest. The words, and anger, was so sudden that Mary nearly dropped her basket, fumbling with it for a moment as its contents clinked and rattled before she quickly gathered it all back up to herself. But instead of replying to the irate beast, she turned her attention briefly to Ambrose first, who seemed, as usual, deeply bored of everything.

“You said years don't matter, Ambrose.”

“I said they don't matter to me. I'm not the spokesman here, Mary, I'm the tour guide.”

“You said-” She'd have finished her accusation, but the rolly polly calico had heaved herself up from her spot in the window, hopping down with surprising grace before she began to hustle and bustle her way over like a cranky hen, still puffed up like cotton ball.

“Leaving him here with not even the vaguest idea of when you'll return, no letters, no messengers-”

“I can't send letters to a mysterious grove in the forest, Maeve.”

“They have pigeons for that!”

“I'm not sending you pigeons to eat.” Maeve gasped, rearing up upon her hind legs to press a soft white paw to her fluffy chest.

“How dare you even insinuate I would do such a thing! I would never! I don't even like pigeons! I can't believe you would just... just run off and abandon all of us for ages and ages, and then the first thing you say to me when you come back is an insult! To me! I never even knew what he saw in you, you know, I said- Ambrose you recall what I said the other day, don't you?” The black cat was, at this point, openly dozing off, having settled down in a sunbeam upon the warm and smooth stones.

“Prrrmmm.... something about cream?” Was his lazy, lackadaisical reply, and Maeve immediately let off from her dressing down of Mary to descend upon the dozing Ambrose like a storm cloud, stalking over to him to carry on her argument with him instead.

“Do you even listen when I speak to you? Since when have I said anything about cream, I don't even like cream! I was saying...” And thus, the one sided arguing continued, Ambrose clearly not about to let a little bit of screaming get in the way of his midday nap. Mary was quick to take advantage of the calico's distraction however, slipping past the duo to venture further into the grove.

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