~Here in these Dee{p} City Lights~

Cumulus sat on the doorstep of a butcher shop. As a tall man came out, the young cat let out a hopeful mew, lifting a grey-and-black paw. He handed the fluffy feline a slice of turkey, and scratched behind her ear. The grey-and-white she-cat purred happily, ate the turkey, and sprang down the sidewalk, appearing and disappearing in the streetlights. She stepped into an alley.

I despise those twolegs.

A small brown Havana tom, Chocolate, was curled up in his house, on his bed.

Cumulus whirled around. "Who's there?" she hissed, sky blue eyes glinting in the dim light.

Chocolate rolled in his sleep.

Cumulus looked calmly at the new cat, smirking. "Hello, ma'am," she said mockingly, "How are you today, dear, and what is your name?" The she-cat sat, curling her black and grey striped tail around her paws.

OOC: She is white with a grey and black striped tail, grey paws with black tips, grey ears, sky blue eyes, and a light blue collar with a silver tag saying 'Cumulus', but nothing else.

Cumulus looked indignant. "Amateur!? My dear, you are looking at the world-class expert on twolegs! I know their rituals, rankings...and how to make them give you food."
The she-cat gave her white chest a couple of licks.

The young cat flexed her claws.
"Dogs are idiotic, and I can usually get their owners to stop them; Rats are prey, and the twolegs use poison, and so can I; Cars stop at red lights and red signs, so easy crossing; Big cats, I can fight those, unless you mean cougars, but they don't know the city like I do; Droughts? Lack of prey? Those twolegs don't have it; Poison I can smell; and oooh, a few hundred more."

"No, I said I can use poison," she purred at Lila, and she turned to go to her temporary den.

Cumulus trotted down the sidewalk, to an abandoned building. She suddenly glanced down, and carefully used one paw to push a rat trap into the building. She pushed open the cat door in the door, and went inside.

The old house was made of mainly brick, and some wood and metal. It had a bedroom with a feather mattress on the bed, and a bookshelf of dictionaries, books about religion, psychology, and other twoleg-themed books. There was also a kitchen, with cabinets that had freshkill and twoleg food, an odd mix. There was a metal, old-fashioned sink, and a cabinet under the sink for poison. There was a living room with a couch, and a coffee table in front of a fire. Finally, there was a room lined with large, spacious, and connecting cabinets, about 10, each with a comfy dog-sized bed. Cumulus went into the bedroom.

Cumulus curled up in the bed, and went to sleep.

Cumulus rolled over in the bed.