This would be the introduction to the story I posted last weekend. Advice on how to improve the introduction would be appreciated, as well as comments.
Nine Lives Intro
There
were empty tuna cans all over the floor.
Suitcases and bags that reeked of tuna lie empty on the floor as well.
The smell was traced back at the poker table, where its aroma hovered and
mixed with the atmosphere of the room; a mountain of tuna rested in the middle
of the table. There a group of nine cats played poker around the
table. They had their ears up in the air, their tails resting lazily
behind them, and their eyes looking suspiciously at each other.
They
were the cats that owned the house. The mice were terrified of them,
hiding in the walls. Their weak, but lovable caregiver was permissive
toward them. The owner was gone for the
night to get groceries, which gave the cats even more freedom tonight. Together, these cats worked in mysterious
ways. Their power stemmed from their savvy ways and obsessive
interactions with the animal population.
Tuna was in the center of their world.
Four
of the cats lived in this particular residence. There was the brownish
cat named Snowboots. He wore white crocodile boots, a Texan style
sombrero, and polished white whiskers. He was notoriously known for
bringing in tuna by any means necessary, from harvesting it from the trashcans
to making deals with other local cats and transporting it back to the house.
Another cat, named Smokey, was of a rather beaten, grayish color. He wore
a hooded sweater that covered most of his head. His rough gray coat was a
symbol of years of running around the alleys to trade and distribute tuna for
other valuable trinkets. Sir Albacorky was a cat who made the mice take
his part of the tuna, and distribute it among the animal population in the
house. In return, he received loyalty among the animal population. He
was also the ringleader among the cats. A
more respected cat, with a flashy velvet coat, gave a classy aroma to his part
of the room. The enforcer among this cat oligarchy was the brutal cat Dicocco.
His presence gave the room a shaky vibe. His hair was slicked back, and
was quite comical when setting the mood. This chameleon personality brought
unpredictability to his next actions.
The
three special guests were sitting next to each other, preferring their own
company, rather than that of their hosts. One cat known as Leon profited
greatly from tuna. He encouraged everyone to consume tuna until they
belch. He wore a top hat along with a new tuxedo that gave no evidence of
past celebrations or parties. Another cat, named Generalissimo, sat with
an upright, perfect posture. The air around him felt heavy with
authority. He wore ribbons from his various accomplished victories in
competitions, most of them occurring in the mall. Ghostly was a cat that
had a pale, pasty body that he prefer to hide from his clean presentable suits
that he wore. Much like Sir Albacorcky, he wanted the support of the
animals that lived in the house. He seemed
greatly concerned with the interest of the animals, but took tuna with greater
enthusiasm. Easily swayed by tuna, corruption oozed from his fake presentable
façade persona.
As
for the other two cats, they were mostly common guests to the house. Both
were seeking to be rich with tuna after this poker game. Joe was a cat
who had no home, but called the alley his residence. He was the typical
everyday cat who was just trying to survive life’s many catwalks. The
other cat that brought an enormous amount of tuna was known as Father
Puddles. In his religious ecstasy, he prayed to the lord that his hand of
cards would manifest his winnings on the tuna.
Tuna
was the household currency in the animal kingdom, and it meant power. That was what they were dealing, tuna, and just
to rub it in everyone’s faces. The mice were fascinated by the nine cats
that rarely met together, especially for leisurely moments. From afar,
the poker table looked like a simple social gathering, but close up the air was
a mixed feeling of intensity, greed, and great power. The tuna in the
middle of the table was the main attraction of the poker game. The
problem that the cats faced was simple. There wasn’t enough tuna for
everyone, at least from their perspective. Snowboots recommended snooping
around the fish market at the docks. Leon encouraged everyone about how
good tuna is good for you. A toast
was made for the quote. Generalissimo blamed the rats for not taking some
food away from the dogs. Sir Albacorky recommended bringing in more mice,
and hiding the rat poison from the owner. Ghostly stated how more tuna
for them, and giving less to the mice, would make them even more in control
over the house. The mice were surprised to hear this from their only
friendly cat, but all the cats pondered his idea and then nodded in
agreement. Dicocco just sat there silently. Father Puddles preached
how tuna can lead to bad ways, but then later started to put more tuna on the
betting mound. Joe only saw tuna as a treat, but not as a necessity like
the other cats. Everyone ignored his
comment.
Smokey
simply looked at the tuna hungrily, his senses slowly fading and his instincts
were starting to overcome him. By this time, all the nine cats were
looking at the tuna with wide eyes. They forgot about the poker cards,
the mice who where lurking in the shadows, and their owner who could be back
any minute by now. The tuna, in response, coaxed them with its smell to
come further. The cats were now laying their cards on the table, face up
for everyone to see. Their bodies now moving ever so closely to the tuna;
they were eying the tuna as if they had won everything. Finally, the
alarming screen door could be heard opening, signaling the return of their
owner. In a matter of moments, the room succumbed to a feeding
frenzy. The cats were possessed by their survival needs, and leapt in the
middle of the table for their share of the tuna. By the time the owner stepped
inside the room, no evidence of tuna remained except the odor that lingered in
the room. All of the cats looked at the owner with surprised wide
eyes. The owner dug inside her purse and retrieved a small can of
tuna. With their eyes now full of interest, they crept up to their
owner. Then with delight, some cats started dancing for the tuna, and
others rolled over. They cried for the tasty treat that meant everything
to them.
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