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Anna, on another day of gleefully roaming around in her "new" wheelchair with no specific point B in mind while taking swigs off an old vacuum flask filled with beer every few pushes, finds a seemingly lost cat. She brings herself to a stop, proceeds to close her flask and just as she was about to try and pick the unusually well-groomed feline up, it nonchalantly walked up to one of the alleged mobility aid’s wheels and propped itself up on its hind legs using said wheel’s spokes as a ladder of sorts.

Assuming that the cat must be in need of something from her, Anna takes her backpack stuffed to bursting with miscellaneous scrap and some food off her back and opens its lower compartment to produce a tin of canned meat she initially intended to gobble up for lunch. As soon as the fancy fluffball takes the first bite from the can’s content, a vaguely familiar figure dragging an oversized trolley case with her was rushing towards the pair, panting and shouting:

“HEY THAT'S MY CAT…MOCHA COME HERE!”

A startled Anna was then left to wait for the young woman to make her way to the pet cat who then turns around to walk to her owner as if it’s business as usual. She then lets out:

“Whew…huh…Sorry for the scare…She saw a rat, ran off after it and somehow ended up here just to apparently play around you like it’s nothing. Silly thing, eh?”

“That’s cats for you!”, Anna quips.

“Tell me about it, haha!”

“Waiiit a minute here…You the one who tossed a beer my way the other day, aren’t you? Thanks for it by the way!”

“Uh, yes, I found out that beer wasn’t quite my thing at the time. Also last I remember you were moving on some wooden cart thingy, not a wheelchair!”

“Yea but that’s a story for another time though. What’s your name again?”

“Agostina. And this is Mocha, ain’t she the sweetest thing ever?”

“Hehe…I’m Anna, in case you were wondering. But what’s with that case? You flying somewhere?”

“Actually, not really. In fact, I’m kinda in the same boat as you now!”

“Could’ve fooled me!”

“No I’m serious…Turns out, my day job wasn’t enough to make this month’s rent, I had to pack up and leave earlier today and cheaper places here don’t allow pets for some reason. So here I am, still looking…”

“Something tells me you’ll be looking for a while. Why don’t you come to my uh…place for a while? I could use some company, loneliness is getting to me pretty bad these days…”

“You know, the man who calls himself my dad always told me to not trust strangers. Not that it matters now.”

“Hell of a way to speak of your parents dontcha think?”

“I’ll tell you more when you take me to your digs…Here, your bag and that canned meat if you still need it…Mochita bella, come on, over here!”

(Stage: www.deviantart.com/spinoskingd… . Thanks to sens-emilia for the idea and help taking Anna's story in this direction.)

Description
Anna, on another day of gleefully roaming around in her "new" wheelchair with no specific point B in mind while taking swigs off an old vacuum flask filled with beer every few pushes, finds a seemingly lost cat. She brings herself to a stop, proceeds to close her flask and just as she was about to try and pick the unusually well-groomed feline up, it nonchalantly walked up to one of the alleged mobility aid’s wheels and propped itself up on its hind legs using said wheel’s spokes as a ladder of sorts.

Assuming that the cat must be in need of something from her, Anna takes her backpack stuffed to bursting with miscellaneous scrap and some food off her back and opens its lower compartment to produce a tin of canned meat she initially intended to gobble up for lunch. As soon as the fancy fluffball takes the first bite from the can’s content, a vaguely familiar figure dragging an oversized trolley case with her was rushing towards the pair, panting and shouting:

“HEY THAT'S MY CAT…MOCHA COME HERE!”

A startled Anna was then left to wait for the young woman to make her way to the pet cat who then turns around to walk to her owner as if it’s business as usual. She then lets out:

“Whew…huh…Sorry for the scare…She saw a rat, ran off after it and somehow ended up here just to apparently play around you like it’s nothing. Silly thing, eh?”

“That’s cats for you!”, Anna quips.

“Tell me about it, haha!”

“Waiiit a minute here…You the one who tossed a beer my way the other day, aren’t you? Thanks for it by the way!”

“Uh, yes, I found out that beer wasn’t quite my thing at the time. Also last I remember you were moving on some wooden cart thingy, not a wheelchair!”

“Yea but that’s a story for another time though. What’s your name again?”

“Agostina. And this is Mocha, ain’t she the sweetest thing ever?”

“Hehe…I’m Anna, in case you were wondering. But what’s with that case? You flying somewhere?”

“Actually, not really. In fact, I’m kinda in the same boat as you now!”

“Could’ve fooled me!”

“No I’m serious…Turns out, my day job wasn’t enough to make this month’s rent, I had to pack up and leave earlier today and cheaper places here don’t allow pets for some reason. So here I am, still looking…”

“Something tells me you’ll be looking for a while. Why don’t you come to my uh…place for a while? I could use some company, loneliness is getting to me pretty bad these days…”

“You know, the man who calls himself my dad always told me to not trust strangers. Not that it matters now.”

“Hell of a way to speak of your parents dontcha think?”

“I’ll tell you more when you take me to your digs…Here, your bag and that canned meat if you still need it…Mochita bella, come on, over here!”

(Stage: www.deviantart.com/spinoskingd… . Thanks to sens-emilia for the idea and help taking Anna's story in this direction.)