Away From The Flowers

Fluffy changed into a tiny kitten. She looked around and climbed a tree. From there, she hopped from tree to tree, looking over the space. As she looked down, once, she missed the branch and fell to the ground.

She landed on her feet, thankfully. She always hated when she landed on her back. Sure, the old saying said that cats always landed on their feet, but it wasn't true. Flufy wished it were, but it wasn't.

The bow from around her neck fell off, but Fluffy didn't care Somehow that always appeared when she turned into a cat. She ddn't like it, though. So she was actually quite glad when she nticed it was off.

Remembering all the tales of the poisonous flowers, the cat stayed away from them all.

The small cat heard someone walking towards where she was, and her immediate instinct was to jump behind a tree. So she did. But then she remembered that she looked like a tiny kitten, and that the person would think she was.

She she walked out from behind the tree and over toward the person. She meowed softly when she got beside him.

Already like this guy. Fluffy's back arched as he petted her, and she purred. The noise vibrated her belly and back. She moved to weave between and around his leg, her tail curling around it. She then used her nose to get back under his hand.

There. Now he would be competely convinced she was a cat. She purred again and looked up at the man.

Instead of answering, Fluffy just purred again and rubbed her head against the side of his leg. She made sure her fangs didn't show, so as not to scare him. She hated that people usually got freaked out because a cat had fangs.

Purring again, Fluffy began to lick his hand.

He calling me crazy? She wondered, but knew he wasn't. Fluffy finished licking his hand and jumped up onto his leg, balancing herself quite nicely.

Getting up on her back paws, she rested her front ones on his shirt front and then gazed up at him with her wide eyes.