{"sf1_id":786514,"sf2_id":null,"title":"That was the first few years","author":"Allana(Kitty)De-Luca","words":712,"posted_at":"2014-11-23T01:27:00.000Z","tags":["Anthro","Blog","Character","Cute funny","Feral leopard","Horse","Lepard"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/786514-that-was-the-first-few-years","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/786514","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=786514\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"the second part of allanas blog. she recalls something funny","content":"Standing up to stretch, Allana yawns, taking the camera with her as she goes\u0026nbsp;into the kitchen. \"Sorry about the movement, guys, I'm hungry.\" She sets the\u0026nbsp;camera down on the counter. The angle is wide enough so it still captures her\u0026nbsp;as she moves around. \"So, the first years for me were all right. Every\u0026nbsp;morning, mama would leave to take care of her chores. Nana and the other slaves\n\nhelped raise me. Most of them were nice. Others though...\" Putting her ears back,\u0026nbsp;she stops chopping the bell pepper. \"They weren't so nice. From what I was\u0026nbsp;told, I was the only bastard child to be born under that Master. And because of  \nmy age, I didn't have to help out. So as you can guess, a little kit was just\u0026nbsp;in the way.\" She laughs as she puts her food on the stove. \"It was funny. One\u0026nbsp;time, just before I turned 6 I think, I was playing in the stables...\"\n\n\"Come back here, you little mousy\u0026nbsp;mouse,\" Allana whispers to herself as her form begins to change into that of a\u0026nbsp;feral leopard. When the change is complete, she lowers herself to the hay-covered\u0026nbsp;ground and crawls around looking for the mouse. It's been bugging the horses\u0026nbsp;for days. And not even the slave in charge of the mouse upkeep could catch the\u0026nbsp;little thing. \"Trying again, little one?\" a male slave asks from the stable\u0026nbsp;doors. Allana sadly didn't realize he was there, so his voice causes her to\u0026nbsp;jump spooking the horses. \"Rowrrrr!!!\" she screams and hisses as the horses stomp\u0026nbsp;around her. Running towards the door, her ears are back, tail chucked under,\u0026nbsp;her little chest heaving.\"Bahahahahahaha, oh...oh....oh I'm sorry\u0026nbsp;Allana....HAHAHAHAHA!\" The slave falls back laughing.\n\n\"Terrible, ain't it? I practically get trampled by the horses because of him\u0026nbsp;and all he does is laugh.\" Grabbing her food, she picks up the camera and heads\u0026nbsp;back to the living room. Setting her plate down, she resets the camera on the\u0026nbsp;tripod, sits and starts to eat. \"That happened a lot. I actually had fun...\" I never caught that mouse , she thinks to\u0026nbsp;herself. \"Anyway, it wasn't until I turned 8 that I had to start working for\u0026nbsp;the Master. That really hurt my mama, because one day she knew I would take\u0026nbsp;over for her as his favorite.\"\n\n\"OK, Allana, hon, like this.\" Hanna\u0026nbsp;takes the mop and plops it into the bucket, sopping up the water inside. Soon\u0026nbsp;after, she pulls it out, wringing out the excess water with her paw and mops up\u0026nbsp;the floor, rinsing and wringing out the mop ever so often. Soon stopping, she\u0026nbsp;hands the mop to Allana. \"Just do what mommy did, OK?\" Allana nods, and, taking\u0026nbsp;the mop, she copies what her mama did. But she isn't as careful and ends up knocking\u0026nbsp;over the bucket spilling the now dirty water everywhere. She looks at the water\u0026nbsp;all over the floor, her little ears go back and her eyes wide, stepping back. \"I'm\u0026nbsp;so sorry, mama! I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it.\" With soft eyes and a small\u0026nbsp;smile, Hanna crouches, pulling Allana into a hug. \"It's OK baby. Easy.\" Sniffling,  \nAllana hugs her mama. \"Come on, let's get this cleaned up.\" After wiping the\u0026nbsp;few tears from her kit's eyes, she stands, picks up the bucket and begins to\u0026nbsp;mop up the water. Once the floors are clean, Hanna and Allana retire to their\u0026nbsp;quarters. Stripping out of their slave attire, the two relax. \"Bath time,\"\u0026nbsp;Hanna says in a sing-song voice, knowing how much her kit hates it. \"But\u0026nbsp;mamaaaaaaaa,\" Allana complains as she is picked up and placed in the wash bin. \"Hmph.\"\u0026nbsp;Growling softly as she crosses her arms. \"I hate bath time\". \"Oh well,\" Hanna\u0026nbsp;says, smiling as she washes her. As soon as she is done with her bath, Allana\u0026nbsp;hops out of the wash bin and proceeds to dry her fur, slowly fluffing up worse\u0026nbsp;than cotton. Hanna laughs and smooths down Allana's fur, after bathing herself,  \nthen pulls her close as she lays down, soon falling asleep. At sunrise,\u0026nbsp;everyone gets up. After dressing and cleaning their quarters, they head to the\u0026nbsp;dining room to set the table for the master's breakfast. When set, Allana sits\u0026nbsp;on the counter watching her Nana cook. \"That's icky\". Laughing, Nana looks at\u0026nbsp;her. \"It's just raw meat, hon.\" Poking out her tongue, Allana hops off the  \ncounter and repeats as she walks away \"it's icky.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n"}