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bjornwilde[Note: John has now become Brendan. There is a reason for this.]
The cat was much larger than Brendan had first thought. Oh, he'd seen big cats before but this cat stood almost the height of a medium sized dog! It's fur was a warm ivory and its eyes, when it dained to look at him, were a bright emerald green. It also had more than four claws to each paw, six in fact, which it showed clearly as it continued to clean them. The whole display made Brendan a little nervous.
"Excuse me," he said nervously and picked himself up. The cat looked up at him briefly and then returned to its grooming. Brendan looked at the heavy oak door (hadn't it been painted when he had entered?) and then back to the books. It wasn't really much of a choice.
The space was cramped. Books were bursting from every shelf and the walkways were narrow. Several times he even had to turn sideways to fit, despite his skinny frame. If there was a system to the layout of the books, he couldn't figure it out. Non-fiction seemed to be shelved with fiction and mysteries seemed were just as likely to be found with the cookbooks as with books on economics or cabinetry. He also found odd statues, masks, and other artifacts here and there, perched on the bookcases or on what wall space they could find. And all through out, he never saw another person. If fact, he heard nothing but the occasional swish of the cat's tail.
When he finally did see a book that piqued his curiosity, he reached out and caressed it. It was beautifully bound in soft, red leather but as to its subject matter, there was no indication. He flipped the cover open and nearly screamed in fright when the cat meowed pointedly.
He looked down at the cat to see what was the matter and the cat looked up at another sign like the one at the front of the store; as if it were reminding him of something. He shrugged and picked up the book from the floor. He flipped it over to read the title page but screamed when the cat's claws dug through his sneakers.
"Okay, okay," Brendan said truly frightened now and swung his backpack around to look for a book to leave.
The cat was much larger than Brendan had first thought. Oh, he'd seen big cats before but this cat stood almost the height of a medium sized dog! It's fur was a warm ivory and its eyes, when it dained to look at him, were a bright emerald green. It also had more than four claws to each paw, six in fact, which it showed clearly as it continued to clean them. The whole display made Brendan a little nervous.
"Excuse me," he said nervously and picked himself up. The cat looked up at him briefly and then returned to its grooming. Brendan looked at the heavy oak door (hadn't it been painted when he had entered?) and then back to the books. It wasn't really much of a choice.
The space was cramped. Books were bursting from every shelf and the walkways were narrow. Several times he even had to turn sideways to fit, despite his skinny frame. If there was a system to the layout of the books, he couldn't figure it out. Non-fiction seemed to be shelved with fiction and mysteries seemed were just as likely to be found with the cookbooks as with books on economics or cabinetry. He also found odd statues, masks, and other artifacts here and there, perched on the bookcases or on what wall space they could find. And all through out, he never saw another person. If fact, he heard nothing but the occasional swish of the cat's tail.
When he finally did see a book that piqued his curiosity, he reached out and caressed it. It was beautifully bound in soft, red leather but as to its subject matter, there was no indication. He flipped the cover open and nearly screamed in fright when the cat meowed pointedly.
He looked down at the cat to see what was the matter and the cat looked up at another sign like the one at the front of the store; as if it were reminding him of something. He shrugged and picked up the book from the floor. He flipped it over to read the title page but screamed when the cat's claws dug through his sneakers.
"Okay, okay," Brendan said truly frightened now and swung his backpack around to look for a book to leave.
