Kicking and Pacing

The morning sun burned across the desert sands of Mondrago, while a cool breeze from the ocean offered a small comfort to the denizens of the city.

Arnold paced in the shade, on two legs, back and forth beneath the stairs of the Lionhearts’ home.  His pants were torn near the knee now and he had discarded his jacket already.  When people asked him what he was doing he told them he was just getting the feeling back into his legs, but that was only partially the truth.

Already he felt overheated, and was panting heavily.  Cats didn’t sweat for the most part, except between their claws, and that was not nearly enough to cool him down.

He had been ecstatic to get the cursed things removed, but now he jumped every-time a breeze pushed the branches of the nearby palm trees lightly, making the shade dance nearby.  The cat had to steady himself on the nearby staircase and calm down every time it happened.  He had been on edge ever since last night…

Sonnerstein knew.  Sonnerstein had known ever since his first stay in the hospital apparently.  The Doctor had said that he wouldn’t tell anyone, but that didn’t make the feline feel any better.  He got back up and paced repeatedly under the stairs, muttering to himself about what he was going to do now.

“Arnold? Arnold is that you up there?” Dr. Maddox called from below, sounding insistent. “Please come down!” 

He shook himself lightly and went downstairs to help her.  She was in her sixth month and needed all the help she could get at this point.  While they weren’t positive the baby had hooves it certainty seemed that way when it kicked.