Searing 30, 113
Sharp eyes carefully scanned over the many ships of Gel'Grandel's massive harbor. Amersis hated this port. It was ugly, all stone and metal and smoke, smelled of the same and piss and sewage, and the people here had no sense of taste or fashion. An ugly port, filled with ugly ships and ugly people. He half mewed, half sighed from his position atop the figurehead, a naked and extremely buxom goblin mermaid, the figurehead of the Green Maiden. He had kept this ship cleared of mice and carving gulls and winnows and that one Neptori that tried to sneak on and drink all their grog. Well, he kicked her out after they both drank their fair share.
But no, the next ship, it mattered not which ship, would be infested. All ships that came through Gel'Grandel got infested, such a dirty place as it is. It helped keep the Ship's Cats employed, but the last time he was here, he'd heard that the tinkerers had begun building pest catching automatons. A sneer raised on the feline's face, disgusting. He'd need to find some fun in this port, he was going to be terribly busy on his next ship.
The ship followed the Harbor Minder's motorized boat to its designated dock, and soon, Amersis was walking down the gangplank, receipt for his time on ship tucked into his collar. At least this port was efficient, payment straight to his account at the bank without him having to do more than sign his paw. He trundled along, nodding at some of the other Ship's Cats that were hanging out, scoping out their next jobs; Phyllace, Ol' Scratch, One Eyed Willy, Hanz Herdinand, and the scariest of the lot, Fluffy. But Amersis didn't bother to stop and socialize, he was on the hunt for something fun.
And it didn't take long, for as he was crossing the road toward an entertainment district, he received a rare kick in the midsection. It was more surprising than painful, and it was accompanied by the sounds and feeling of someone tripping, shocked in doing so. Amersis looked up, preparing to hiss, when he saw it was a young and pretty woman. He instantly flopped over on his side, letting out a low and seemingly pained mew.
A gentle voice, coming closer as she crouched down, "Oh no... you poor thing... I didn't.." Amersis let out another pained noise, followed by looking up at her, hooding his eyelids to seem weak and tired, "Oh gosh. Okay." The woman scooped up the large cat, "Oof you're heavy." A warning groan from the feline as she shifted him into her chest, a glint in his eye as the other Ship's Cats looked on, as he rested his head against her bosom. "Let's get you home and get you back to health."
Amersis stayed in his pillowy dream as she carried him through the streets and up some stairs, jingled some keys, and soon they were in an eclectically designed studio apartment. It was cute, comfortable, Amersis thought, as the woman set him down upon the only bed in the space. He lulled his head to see that she had many canvases of painted art leaning around the apartment and a fresh, untouched canvas on an easel. He looked back as she set down a plate of raw beef, a slice of cheese, and a saucer of milk. An idea came to mind.
Amersis slowly got upright on all fours, hopping down to the four, taking the time to pause in a faux wince, and made his way to the table. A slow jump to the chair, then the table, despite being able to easily make the full jump. The pretty woman sat there in front of the food as Amersis made his way over toward it. "I hope you'll like this, I don't have much. I was supposed to get groceries today, Krowe had no coffee left for breakfast today." She stopped and smiled a bit, losing herself in thought. Then she was back, "But I got distracted, I saw this absolutely perfect set of clouds over the bay, and I just had to stay and admire them. And the grocer was closed by the time I got there."
By this point, Amersis had already devoured the cheese and was shredding into the steak, eating greedily. "Oh good, I'm so glad you like it!" Amersis made sure to let out happy mews, which didn't really require any faking, he loved steak, especially steak that likely belonged to another man. He kept an eye on this woman, waiting for his moment to strike. And it came as she leaned forward, resting an elbow on the table near to the dish of milk. A subtle kick of his hind leg sent the dish spilling towards her, splashing milk all over her chest and dress.
"Oh gosh!"
She stood upright suddenly, rushing to grab a towel, Amersis watching in amusement, while finishing the rest of the steak hanging from his mouth. She cleaned up the mess on the table and the floor and then huffed as she looked at the state of her dress, and began walking over toward a curtained corner of the room. A set of padded feet followed her. He watched as she pulled back the curtain, revealing a clawed foot bathtub with a shower head above. She turned on the bath taps, feeling at the water, until it was good and hot.
Amersis slinked over, jumping up to sit on the edge of the bathtub, casting his gaze up toward her as she smiled at him. "I'm so careless sometimes." She reached back, quickly untied the dress, letting it fall into a heap at her feet, swiftly joined by her slip. Amersis' eyes took in every inch of her nude form as she hit the lever and the bathtub switched to shower mode, and she stepped in. "I've always wanted a cat, but I'm not sure I can take care of one, I can barely take care of myself." Amersis wasn't really listening, just watching as she soaped and lathered herself up, then rinsing it away. She was taking her time and he didn't mind in the least bit.
But all good things come to an end, and soon she was stepping out, drying off, and wrapping herself up in a thin robe. She plopped down in a chair, a glass of wine prepared, looking out as the sun began to set over the bay. Amersis jumped up in her lap, and began to knead his paws into one of her breasts, "I want to see more of the world. There's so much beauty out there, I know it." Amersis purred loudly and kept at his ministrations. "I hope Krowe likes you. I'd like to keep you." And with that, Amersis laid down in full, his head resting in the deep valley of her bosom.
Krowe would like him. Everyone liked him.