Another Basket Case
Nirena was petting her cat, Nomad, a Tonkinese male with a platinum mink fur pattern. The television was sporting some terrible Elvis mimicking commercial personality. Nomad stared at the screen with mischievous aqua-toned eyes and twitched his tail to the off-beat rhythm on the tube. "Man, these guys just don't get it, do they?" He shut his eyes and promptly howled out, "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog..."
"Nomad!" Nirena sent him sprawling off of the couch as she switched off the Tv.
"What? It wasn't that bad, was it?" The cat sniffed indignantly and bounced up the stairs to the loft. She could hear him humming from the kitchen, where she now stood.
Shaking her head, Nirena picked up her books. Intermediate Photography was calling to her, to get out into the field, to snap something for her portfolio, but she had other obligations to tend to first. T