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Ralph's Normal Day and Becky's Saturday
(C) Copyright 2001. InternetBard
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Disclaimer: 
This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to
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I hereby grant permission only for private use.  Any
comments are gladly accepted and encouraged (espcially
as this is the second 
story I have written). 


Notes: 
For the most part the sexual action is up for the
imagination of the read.  


NOTE2: 
If I have accidently assumed the identity of someone
else, please forgive me.
Quite unintentional.

NOTE3: 
Disregard any story that is exactly the same as 
this story that you might run accross if the 
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    Ralph's Normal Day and Becky's Saturday
       by InternetBard 
        June 15, 2001

Ralph's POV

	Resting on my favorite pillow, I scanned the room,
making sure that all was well.  I had been resting
lightly . . . what was it that stirred me?  Turning my
ears in various directions I attempted to tune in on
the disturbance.  Noticing nothing amiss I almost
returned back to my nap, but just as I was fading away
I suddenly realized that there was a humming vibrating
sound tickling my senses.  I suddenly leaped up and
made a quick circuit of the bedroom.  As I had
suspected, the sound was not coming from this room.  


	A beam of light passed through the curtains and drew
a wave of bright light along the luxurious carpeting
up to the pale wall on the opposite side of the room. 
While this somewhat helped me see the room better, it
was just a distraction that I could not take time to
play with.  Rushing out of the room I slammed into the
hallway wall before galloping up its just remembered
slippery floor and stormed into the living room. 
After tripping over the edge of an even more luxurious
carpet, I picked myself up and stopped still.  I froze
my body and just swung my head around in a cautious
circle.  


	All appeared normal.  The large greying sofa still
stood in the same spot it always did.  The two chairs
on either side of the sofa also remained.  The tall
shiny box still stood next to one of the chairs,
leaving just a little gap into the rest of the room. 
Unfortunately, that was all that I could see, but I
was sure now.  That annoying humming sound _was_
coming from this room.  


	Rushing through the gap I entered the rest of the
living room and glanced around.  I could now see that
Becky was resting up on the sofa, almost pausing as I
took in her sight, I shook my head and continued my
sweep of the room.  Opposite the sofa was something I
had not seen before.  I growled something over my
shoulder to Becky as I approached the intruder.  Becky
did not respond.


	Looking around the room I realized that everything
was the same, except for two things.  The thing called
a `TV' was missing, and the intruder sat in the `TV's
former resting place.



	The large greyish box seemed to contain a window into
another world.  Glancing around and past the box, I
attempted to see if it was a real window.  But no, the
picture did not move past the box.  I turned my ears
to the odd window and `tuned in.'


	" - - - as has been determined.   A black and white
world, or at least that is what we might see if we
suddenly developed their senses.  Some animals do seem
to see some forms of color, but it seems that most
live in a black and white world - - -" 


	Yes, the odd vibrating, humming sound had been
pinpointed.  It was coming out of that new greyish
box.  Now casting my thoughts back to the `TV' thing,
I realized that this was something similar to it. 
When I had first seen the `TV' I had thought that I
had found yet another window in the apartment, an
oddly fuzzy one at that.  This greyish replacement
must be similar, but I had been momentarily confused
at the quality of the picture.  


	Greyish?  Greyish!  Starting to panic, I hurriedly
took stock of the situation.  The comfy bedroom carpet
was a whitish color.  The bedroom itself seemed to be
a mixture of whitish and blackish colors.  I cannot
seem to recall what the hallway's colors were. 
Leaping into the air, I rushed back into that narrow
long room.  Darn.  Darn.  Damn. 


	Another mixture of greyish, blacks and whites
confronted me.  My panic increased.  With one quick
look into the bathroom, spotting nothing to confuse
the issue, I stormed back into the living room.  Could
it be?  Could it!  Why cannot I see any other colors! 
Thinking that, I distracted myself and without
looking, bounced off the warmish intruding new `TV.' 
What the heck is color, and why should I miss it?  


	Swinging my eyes back to the `TV,' I looked for
color.  Ignoring the disturbing words roaring out, and
blocking whatever Becky seemed to be saying, I stared.
 


	Yep, more black, white, and various tinges of grey. 
Paying closer attention to the words boiling out of
the `TV,' I determined that this must be some kind of
nature show.  Would that be the explanation?  Would a
nature show on color-blindness in animals be presented
in colors that the makers would think animals saw? 
Collapsing on the floor in front of the `TV,' I
attempted to determine what might be going on, while
purposefully ignoring anything else the tv wanted to
show or tell me.


	Stretching out on the floor, I let my gaze pan out
and examined the objects in the room.  Off-white
carpeting.  White and black striped sofa, with
matching chairs.  Becky resting on the sofa.  Shiny
decorative elephant statute . . .  Becky?


	I threw myself out of my reclining position, flung my
body around and pointed myself at Becky.  Well, well,
well.  What have we here?  Lovely somewhat glistening
skin stretching up from toes all the way up to swept
back brownish hair.  Gazing at her I realized two
things: I see more than grey black and white color;
and Becky seemed to not be wearing any outer
concealing clothes.  


	From red tinged toes, up golden legs, which seemed to
curve in at a certain point and there more color is
revealed.  A small patch of brownish fur nestles in
the middle of her stretched out reclining body.  Red
toes on one arm of the sofa, brown head on the other. 
And in between is a golden expanse.  As I swept my
gaze up from that patch of fur, I noticed two hills,
and on these hills were two red points thrusting forth
against the air.  Before moving on, I noticed that the
resting hills would occasionally rise and fall, rise
and fall . . . as each intake and release of air. 
Continuing my visual journey, I traveled up tracing
the glistening skin as it seemed to come together into
a small narrow neck . . . Before I could continue my
inspection, loud banging noises erupted and caused me
to hurtle from the room.  Rushing as fast as I could I
stormed back into the bedroom and flew into a corner.

	Some time later I heard Becky call out:	"Ralphy! 
Food!"  


	Suddenly the color debate, and the sudden alarming
noise epidemic slid away from concern.  Charging forth
to claim my rights, I accidently lost purchase again
and slammed into the wall in the hallway.  Stupid
slippery wooden floors.  


	Rushing back into the living room, I noticed in
passing that Becky must have briefly put on a robe,
because she was now slowly removing it.  Overlooking
that in my concern for food, I rocketed by and slammed
into the refrigerator.  Tile?  Ack, another surface
change.  I hurriedly set to gobbling up all that had
been placed before me.


---
Becky's POV


	"Alfy!  Treat! Treat!"  Suddenly a largish cat came
charging into the room.  From the noise, it was
obvious that he had rammed the hallway wall yet again.
 


	I glanced back into the hallway, and noticed that the
rug had been bunched up against the wall.  "Try to
help that clumsy oaf with a rug, and he either
hydroplanes on it or smashes the rung into a
disorderly mess against the wall"  


	Sighing, I started to remove the robe which I had
thrown on to greet whoever had knocked on the door. 
That turned out to be yet another kid trying to sell
magazine subscriptions.  Before I completed the
removal of the soft silky purple robe, I paused and
watched Alf as he charged past towards his snack.


	"Something odd there.  The way Alf suddenly leaped up
and gazed at me like that . . ."  muttering, I removed
the robe and returned to the sofa.  I like the
thought, feel and freedom that lounging around without
the constraints that are imposed by being required to
wear clothing, but I don't particularly enjoy
wandering around exposing myself to any and all
viewers . . . I rather adore that fluffy little
Himalayan cat, but I never really considered . . . The
way he had been looking at me . . . Nah . . . 
Glancing at the new flat screen tv, I started
laughing.


	"Great tv I bought.  `Better picture quality . . .
much more lifelike . . .'  And here I am watching a
black an white nature show to break in this improved
tv set. . ." 
	  
---

Alfy's or Ralphy's POV


	Finished licking every single crumb up from the
plate, I wandered over and gulped up some water. 
Suddenly I caught something out of the corner of my
eye.  What was that?  Intruder!  I must kill!



	Charging towards the wall I leaped up onto my hind
legs and started swatting at the intrusion, not really
sure what it was.  For what seemed like hours, I
hopped around futilely trying to catch that thing, but
failed.  Growing increasingly bored and tired, I gave
up.  

---

Becky's POV


	Growing tired of the nature show, especially as it
refused to stop being black and white, I reached over
and grabbed the remote and the tv guide.  Lazily
gazing at the guide, I realized that I did not seem to
be registering anything that it said.  Sighing, I
decided to look for something the old fashion way. 
Changing the channel until I found something.  


	Noticing that the slurping noises had quieted down, I
glanced in the direction of Alfy.  What mischief will
he get into now?  Alf suddenly charged the wall reared
up and started slapping at something up there.  


	Satisfied that Alfy had not found an insect or other
annoying pest, I yelled over some encouragements. 
"What did you find boy?  Get it!  Go on kill that mean
ol' spot of light!"  Ah, good ol' cat.  Happily
playing with a beam of light dancing around the wall. 
Now where is that coming from?  Ah, yes, I see.  A ray
of light had managed to squeeze itself past the blinds
and was resting on the side of the tv.  From there,
the ray bounced off and was dancing around on the
wall.  


	Turning my attention back to the tv, I started to
watch a repeat of one of those investigator shows.

---

Alfy's or Ralphy's POV


	Lazily I returned to the living room, glanced around,
and with head held up high, and tail up, I ambled on
over to Becky.  With a possessive glint in my eyes, I
gazed longingly at my best friend.  Reaching down, she
grabbed me and hauled me up to her.


	Purring, I contentedly allowed myself to be squeezed,
hugged and allowed Becky to press her face into my
fur.  Endearments barely understood accompanied my
purring: "Ralphy, my sweet little Ralphy . . ." Becky
then released me to do as I please.  Making sure to
keep my claws retracted, I surveyed the situation. 
Almost getting knocked down, I howled up at Becky,
only to be reassured that she had just leaned back
against the sofa.  Somewhat secure in the knowledge
that Becky would not move again, I scanned the length
of her body.  Becky was once again lying on her back,
with her head tilted toward the tv, resting on some
pillows at one end of the sofa, and her feet were
resting on some more pillows on the other end of the
sofa.  Spotting a likely comfortable resting place, I
strolled down her outstretched body, through the
valley and on down to the sofa.


     Bouncing somewhat on the sofa, I turned around a
couple of times and curled myself up.  Suddenly with
an unexpected "Ack" I was dislodged from my preferred
place of comfort, and placed on the sofa's back
upthrust cushion.  Startled, I glanced up at Becky's
face, back down to my preferred sleeping spot, back up
to Becky, and started to head back down.  I was rudely
and unexpectedly halted in my pursuit of the perfect
resting place and forced to lie down on the sofa's
back cushion.  Almost leaping away, I stopped myself
when I noticed a new perfect spot to stretch out in
and rest.  Leaping back onto Becky, I crawled on down
to that nice warm spot.  Arranging myself along the
valley between the aforementioned hills, I stretched
out, and started to lightly sleep.  Keeping a wary eye
up at Becky briefly, I decided that she was not going
to dislodge me again, so I closed that eye and drifted
off . . .

---
Becky's POV


	With an inborn regalness, Alfy ambled back into the
room.  Chuckling, I noticed that Alfy's expression
seemed to imply that he owned the apartment.  As if he
were the master, instead of the pet.  Most of the
time, though, he does seem to be more of an equal than
just a pet.  


	With tail held high Alf strolled on over to me with
the air of one that desired to be near me, but did not
want to seem needy.  He stopped in front of me and
gazed with what I assume is adoration up at me. 
Feeling love for the little fellow myself, I reached
down, grabbed him and lifted him up.  Petting,
hugging, and mumbling endearments, I fondled the furry
little warm purring ball of silk.  


	Placing him on my chest, I trusted Alf to find a
comfortable place to sleep, without scratching me in
the process.  With both front and rear claws intact,
Alf could do some serious damage if he wanted. 
Flopping back, I turned back to the tv show, ready to
rest a hand on Alfy and pet him once he found his
`home.'  I noticed an odd little tingling sensation as
I felt the soft little feet walking down my body.  His
silky fur lightly traced their way along my skin as he
proceeded down and past my breasts.  Noticing that he
had reached the sofa, I sighed, and concentrated on
that p.i. show.


	Suddenly I felt a warm vibrating head lying against
me in a most sensitive spot.  Shuddering, I quickly
grabbed up the cat and placed him on the sofa's back
cushion.  Noticing the annoyed look sent my way, I
pretended to ignore it and pointedly sent my gaze back
at the tv.  Feeling the soft body back on me, I
glanced down and watched as Alfy stretched out on me,
purring up a storm . . .

	The End
	Ralph's Day
	(C) Copyright 2001. InternetBard
	All Rights Reserved.
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