 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Claudine was quite certain that the kneazle was following her. However, when she looked back, it was sitting a few paces away from her, one leg in the air and it was grooming itself…there. Already she was exasperated and she whistled shrilly again.
This kneazle was particularly careful of grooming itself. It took cleanliness seriously. This was why it was so annoyed when the hooman whistled again. He continued licking himself, taking his own leisurely time then getting on all paws, he stretched before trotting towards the girl.
“I shall call you… President. Because you do whatever you please.’’ She reached down to pat President on the head then moved to the obstacle course. “We need to make it through this course. Even though Williamson is clocking each student time, I’m not putting any pressure on you. We’re just going to have fun but also… let’s not go too slow, okay?”
President was by no means understanding the girl’s words and actions but he did understand her tone. She wasn’t mad at him or being rough or anything of the sort. This was the kind of hooman he could work with. So, when the drated, plastic fish was waved in his face, he followed her.
“Through the hoops,’’ Claudine encouraged, waving the fish and the treat she had snagged earlier in front of the first hoop, the red one. “Through… come on.’’
President silently jumped through the first hoop and without waiting for any sort of coaxing, jumped through the second one as well- that black one.
“Oh, well done!’’ said a delighted Claudine, rushing to the second hoop and scratching President’s ear. Animals mostly seemed to like her and well, she loved them right back because they were a lot better than humans in many ways. “Alright, let’s go over these three hurdles now. Come on, President.”
President loved being scratched behind the ear; he really did. But he wanted to return to grooming himself and so he did. He was the boss of himself. He began licking his front left paw. There was dirt there and it needed to be gone. And what was that smell again? The hooman was waving the treat once more. Oh, all right. President trotted over to the first hurdle.
“Over, over.” The treat was waved on the other side of the hurdle.
President jumped over the first then the second and with the hooman running beside him, went over the second hurdle. Ohh, look. A see-saw thing. President knew that he had to walk over that. He balanced himself perfectly, trotting proudly over the wooden beam. The opposite end went up in the air as he reached either side.
“Wonderful!’’ Claudine chirped, feeling proud of President. The kneazle had completed both sets of beams without any issues and was now lying flat on his back, rolling in the grass. [/i]Great.[/i] The snakette actually got to her knees beside President. “Having fun?” She reached out to rub his belly.
Immediately President playfully tried to grab her hand but the hooman was making some sort of happy noise (laughter) and pulling her hand away. Still, President kept trying until he meowed, scrambled to all paws then butted the hooman’s hand with his forehead. He was ready to continue. Over the other set of hurdles (red and white), through those pole- like things (red at white, centre of the course) and over a final set of hurdles. Whew! That was hard work but fun! Now what?
“You have to weave your way through these.’’ Claudine pointed then demonstrated by using her free hand to mimic weaving her way between. “Got it?’’
President knew what those sticks meant; he was just too lazy to move. He scratched his head with a hind leg until he was distracted by the treat waving in his face. Yummy treat! He followed the treat which the hooman was moving. Between the first two sticks he went, in, an out, weavey weave, annnd repeat!
“We’re all done! You were amazing, President!” Claudine scooped the kneazle into her arms and hugged him tight as she moved away from the course to give way to the next student. Animals indeed made her very happy. And no... she did not care how long she and President took. They had both had a great time and that was all that mattered.
President? He simply meowed contentedly, nibbling on the treat he had been rewarded with. |