Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180613113045/@comment-5583506-20180618195632

The Retroriffic Man wrote: Katherine returned home to her apartment. The emptiness of the house greeted her. All the lights still off, it felt strange to disturb the scene after what she had done tonight.

Murder. And here she was, back in a familiar place, part of the routine. And she'd have to stick to it again. Until the next time...

As she entered the small kitchen area that had a window looking out on a fire escape balcony towards the back of the building she could see a street cat lick her paw until its eyes lit up and looked right into hers. "Hey there", Katherine said softly, feeling more at peace now that the Cat had gotten her frustration out of the way. "I don't recall seeing you around here before."

She had always been very fond of animals. Back on the isles, the family was often visited by a beautiful stray Turkish Angora whom she had named Sir Paws-a-Lot. It would stroll around the house on its own, drinking the milk her father used in his morning coffee, knock over her mother's hideous knittings, and crawl on top of her while she slept. Ever since they had moved to Canada she found herself reflecting on whatever became of Sir Paws-a-Lot. She doubted that he was still alive as he had been a mature cat, even back when she was little.

She hung her coat on the rack and raised the window the greet the cat outside.