It was looking to be a fine morning indeed, the undertaker thought to himself as he made his way toward the back end of the graveyard, shovel slung over his shoulder as he sniffed the brisk air. Catching movement from the corner of his vision, he recognized the outlines of the cemetery cat that approached him from its favourite stone, twining figure eights around his ankles, regarding him as an old friend. Crouching with a smile, he gave the feline a few well-placed scritches under the chin with his talons before reaching into his sleeve, pulling out a small treat for the cat. Tobias - for that was the cat’s name, as told to him by none other than said feline himself - waited expectantly for the proffered morsel, eating it delicately before looking up at the mortician, golden eyes glinting with the question of ‘more?’. In response to that expression, the mortician laughed softly, giving the feline a gentle caress to the head. “No more this morning, old chap, but do get your fellows and come by my shop a bit after dark, will you? Mrs. Lennox brought a large pot of fish soup as payment, and it’s more than I will be able to eat in several meals. It would be quite the favour if you could help me out with that.”
Tobias, by all accounts, seemed to be more or less listening, -as much as cats listen anyway - washing a soot-black paw idly as the end of his tail twitched. When the undertaker was finished speaking, the cat regarded him for a moment, unblinking, before giving a single ‘merrow’ and bounding off through the chaos of headstones, hopefully to find his friends. The mortician smiled to himself and stood, looking forward to the upcoming visit, whether it be one feline or a dozen; no doubt all that came would eat more than their fill before bedding down in his stable, amid hay, horses, and his beloved Bess - and woe be to any rats that should make their presences known!
He watched Tobias for as long as could before he turned his attention to the ground before him, touching the headstones of old friends, humming to himself as he took his time making his way to where his newest guest would soon rest.
(A starter for a roleplay that never came to fruition, but I was always pleased by this piece, so it is out there, should anyone care to join an old man in a graveyard.)