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Date: 2014-06-24 08:45 pm (UTC)A leopard is a cat.
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Date: 2014-06-25 06:19 pm (UTC)“You have chickens?”
The farmer nodded, giving Randolph a look that suggested that he was an idiot as he pulled on his jeans, leaving Randolph little doubt that if he'd been standing behind the man he would have seen sights better left unseen. “Lived in a city all your life, did you, your lordship? ”
Randolph forced a thin smile, trying to be polite to his potential neighbor. “The accent is Oxford, and far from what it once was when I was there for school—I should say on scholarship, though that is not entirely accurate. I know by implication you think I must be so privileged to have never seen a chicken before, but I have. Most of the nobility has, in fact, seen such animals, even if they have not interacted with them. I heard your chickens and commented upon them while my mind was still forming other thoughts.”
The farmer frowned, one of his eyes going cross-eyed as he squinted. “This is a working farm. We have plenty of animals. Chickens, pigs, cows...”
“Yes, of course,” Randolph said, wondering if Katya's refusal to hunt would still be in place if she were moved to the countryside with her chosen human instead of without him—or, rather, them. He had thought that the giant oil rig on the edge of the man's property would have driven at least some of the livestock from it, but he found himself mistaken. “I am not certain that it would work living here with Katya.”
“Katya? That your girlfriend?”
“No, my wife's name is Persephone.”
“Oh. Right. Katya. Your cat.”
Randolph nodded, looking back toward the road. Where had the leopard taken Persephone? They should have been back by now, though he supposed that Katya would have wanted to explore all of the land. Why she had forced Persephone to do it instead of him he did not know, but he was not sure which of them got the shorter end of this particular stick.
The farmer spit some tobacco next to Randolph's shoe, and he decided that he did, even if Persephone would be more exhausted physically than he was. “You afraid the little cat will wander off into the fields? Maybe get trampled by a cow? Cats are good barn animals. She'll probably stick around.”
“Oh, I know I will never get rid of her. She is a very stubborn creature,” Randolph said, knowing it would only be moments before he felt the leopard's head bump his leg. She always came when she was being spoken about. “And I am not worried about her getting lost. Nor do I think that if it came to a confrontation between cow and cat that the cat in question would win.”
“You think so?”
“I believe he knows it,” Persephone said, and he turned back to her with a smile. She did not seem pleased under that hat of hers, and he grimaced at the thought of the sun burning her delicate skin.
“Katya, no biting,” Randolph said as he saw her approaching the farmer, giving the man a good sniff and a good scare at the same time.
“I thought you said you had a cat.”
“A leopard is a cat,” Randolph answered serenely as the leopard turned away from the farmer in disgust. Good girl. He would never have let the cat near him again if she'd actually bitten that man. She padded back to Randolph's side, nudging him back toward the car. “You need not worry. I do not believe Katya was as fond of this place as we thought she would be. We won't be neighbors after all.”
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Date: 2014-06-25 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-06-25 06:57 pm (UTC)