FanofPussinBoots

Puss woke up to see no cats inside. He creeped to a small bar to snatch more leche from it. He was good at it since he was a stealer and a trickster. He chose not to though, and he lept from the bar and he trudged up the tunnel to get back to San Ricardo.   Puss got to the top to see a white blur dancing on top of the roofs. Night was in the air and Puss chose to follow the white blur. He jumped onto the roof and he saw the blur more clearly. He raced after it when he came next to it a few minutes later.  "Meow," he said in a loving way that made the blur turn with a jolt. "Hello, Mr. Furry Lover," she said to Puss. Puss liked her voice.

A sleek, orange, tabby tom walked under the festival of the chicken and the fire. Heat was spraying on him and he sighed. On the run, what good was it? Hiding in the shadows of a festival? He wanted to join them. But he had to be on the run, he had to be. His boots creeked as he walked on the wood flooring of a small house. He heard laughs and conversations ringing around him.    The tom walked to the window and he saw raging fire in the air. He walked out of it to see a old friend of his, Bonjour. Bonjour was a black tom with a grin. He had loved Puss in Boots with all his heart. Bonjour had a red cape and brown boots. He also had a belt.