Short Story: The Cat and Hound The sun was setting, creating a rich amber haze that gently covered the cityscape below. Lazily dipping further past the horizon, it seemed the city itself was winding down. Shops were closing, businessmen heading home after a grueling day at the office, families prepping for dinner. The all too familiar ritual of the evening was beginning... and in an alley, tucked away in a hidden pocket of the city, a personal nightly ritual was about to begin. Amid the golden and vibrant hues of diminishing sunlight, resting lazily on a fire escape's railing lay a cat. White fur made radiant from the sun's warm glow, dark slender limbs outstretch
This should totally be a print o' yours. Good lordy.
[and now I'm in love with Colonel Meow...]