Literature
Always Underfoot -Trade-
The sound of rolling waves and smell of sea salt permeated the air as a sea breeze gently wafted in on the oceanside row of shops and businesses. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon in the Inked City, and the businesses were nowhere near as busy as one might expect on a Saturday. At one particular outdoor table at one particular oceanside café, a female anthro cat, Persian white, was enjoying a latte as she scrolled through a shopping catalogue on her phone. Claude Cat was, to put it bluntly, a shopaholic. When she wasn’t relaxing with her favorite latte blend, she was combing the local boutiques for the latest fashion statements. It was never really clear where she got the money to do all this, or where she kept everything she bought. The cat stopped scrolling at the image of a lovely red-and-black dress. It was the newest dress in the Ladybug Love line, just released that day. Once she was done fueling up, Claude intended to head straight to Bethany’s and get the dress for
