Thread: My place of Proze and Doze...(comments welcome)

RE Boyo's Place of Prose and Doze - Drive By's Welcome Just an opening I had for an rp that went nowhere...kind of fun to write in a different way to get a character description using his pet. I don't know about Julie Newmar, but I still think Eartha Kitt was the sexiest Catwoman. I also remember the Batutsi... ----- Steven opened the outer door of the apartment, stepping into the entry hall, removed his shoes and hung his coat on the hook of the wall. The entry room was why he had chosen the apartment, it was unusual to have a mudroom in an inner city apartment but it worked here. He often thought the previous owners had a child, or something they wanted to use the inner door to keep it inside the apartment. It was almost Japanese in a way, not that he'd been there except what he saw on TV and anime, but the space for shoes and coats before going inside the apartment was nice, and the floors stayed clean! Opening the inner door Eartha was there, her soft, white hair and pink nose turned up to him, the sun reflecting off her white fur. Reaching down picked up his little darling, the soft mewing a nice welcome home as he stroked her soft fur with a big hand. As a kitten she had fit into his palm, while he had kept fit and worked out she had grown and now lay across his arm and hand, her head fitting snugly in his palm. Making sure the door was closed the setup worked to keep his cat in and not running around outside. How's my girl? He spoke to her in a babyish parental voice, rubbing her head against his cheek, her soft fur catching slightly against his stubble as his blue eyes looked into hers. In response he received a meow, a slight purr as she rubbed her head on his cheek then jumped down on the floor, knocking into the small table in the hall. Straightening the pictures saw the one of them together when he had first picked up the cat when out on a bike ride, his short cropped blonde hair on the rugged face with the bright, big toothed smile. A candid photo, he looked almost model-like with his toned and tanned, chiseled body with the bike pants and tight top stretching across his broad chest and narrow hips. Tall and broad, looking more like a lumberjack than some sort of cutsey cat person, he had been too crazy about her as a kitten when seeing her crawling around in the box where the kid had been selling kittens by the side of the road. Amazed at how well his friends phone had been able to take such a good photo it became a favorite, the chiseled biker with the soft, white puffball kitty in his hand. Naming her after his favorite actress, Eartha Kitt, who portrayed one of the sexiest versions of Catwoman ever. Walking with Eartha through the apartment, the floor to ceiling windows letting in light from the corner location of the apartment. The black, leather sofa looked out on the room and to the rest of the city that spread out map-like before them. Eartha stroked the edge of the sofa and jumped up, finding her favorite spot of sun and curling up, the bright eyes staring at him through slits while the motor-like purring continued. The living area was the center of the apartment, with the open space arranged to see the kitchen and its counter to the south, the dining table to the west and bedroom and en suite bathroom to the east. Steve liked the order, the layout. Chaos did not enter his life. The sofa caught most of the sun and had always been Earth's favorite spot to rest, he cocked his head at her as he emptied his pockets to the short hallway table, wallet, keys and phone all laid out in their space. Someone is a noisy kitty today, he remarked as he took a slow slide on the wooden floors, as his socks slid on the polished wood. Feeling slightly like Tom Cruise in Risky Business, except no sunglasses.