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*There's a white cat curled up in front of the fireplace, taking a not'catnap. Come pet it and give it a good reason to wake up.*

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Squeak had rolled himself over, waving his paws at Sarah, who had settled on the floor, leaning back against the couch, Sarah is my human's sisterfriend

Sarah smiled, scritching Squeak's chest, which just caused him to stretch further, half-batting at Yrael's side, since it was there and all.

Ah. Sisterfriend. You are taking care of her for a while, then?

*Yrael bats Squeak's ear, chuckling, and smiles up at Sarah.*

Squeak positively beamed, and if he hadn't been so drugged out by the petting, he would have answered, because of course he was taking care of Sarah, she needed it, especially around here.

Sarah arched a brow slightly at the chuckle, scritching behind Yrael's ears with her other hand, "Don't believe we've met."

*He purrs, pushing his head up against her hand.* No, I don't believe we have. You are Sarah, Mister Squeaky Cricket Fuzzypaws III's human's sisterfriend, as he put it.

It took her a moment to sort that out, but she laughed softly a moment later, still scritching, "Usually we just call him squeak, and yeah, Roxy's not really a sister, but more than a friend. We're teammates."

*He purrs, still leaning against her hand.* Friends who are closer than friends are often the best kind of family to have.

It is a pleasure to meet you, Sarah. I am Yrael.

Squeak had just come over to ask why I was shaped like a cat.

She tilted her head slightly, still scritching, because, really, cat therapy, c'mon, best thing ever, "You aren't normally shaped like a cat?"

*Cat therapy is a proven angst-repellant, after all.*

It is not my true shape, no.

She smiled, the behind-the-ear scritching having become base of the tail scritching, "So many shifters around here, people could lose track."

Well, any shape I take on in the bar is not my true shape. I am not allowed to take on my true shape here, except in dire circumstances.

*PUUUURRRRRRRRRR.*

She chuckled softly at that, still scritching gently, "Ah, well then have the most fun with what you're allowed. Makes sense."

Squeak was nearly in a trance at that point, completely sprawled out on his back, paws splayed, purring away.

I always do.

*So he pounces the prone Squeak.*

Sarah laughed again, and had enough sense to get her hand out of the way at least.

Squeak, not surprisingly, squeaked and flipped himself over onto his feet, tail flicking, more surprised than alarmed, oh, you.

*He is pounced again for his trouble, and by a larger cat.*

Come on, fight back, kitten.

*Well, Squeak's not really a kitten anymore, right? So it's kind of like calling an adult a child. Maybe?*

Squeak still thought he was a kitten though, and honestly, wouldn't know a fight if it bit him. So instead he cuffed playfully at Yrael's ears, still almost purring.

*Yrael bats at Squeak's shoulder to knock him over, still playfighting.*

There you go.

Squeak squeaked again, rolling himself completely over and ending up kicking himself in the head before batting at Yrael's paws once more.

Sarah smiled crookedly as she watched, shaking her head.

*They play fight for some time, a twisting, batting, nipping tangle of cat.*

*Yrael eventually gets the not'kitten pinned.*

Ha!

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