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[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

What? Did you think this wouldn't touch the animal patrons as well?

Looks like human[oid] females aren't the only ones cycling in the bar this month.

There's a large, cougar-like cat roaming between the tables, yowling, screaming and, every now and then, will roll about on the floor the way you've seen housecats do.

It would appear that being around a large number of hormonal women has caused Tasha to come into heat. Or rather, the scent of dozens of women going through their monthly cycles has caused her to come into heat. Or maybe it's empathy that's led her to this state.

Then again it could just be a funny case of coincidence that Ian's lir is in estrus and acting very friendly to everyone, rubbing against them and purring loud enough to pass for a car engine.

Either way, there's a cat who's perhaps the only one enjoying this time of the month - much to Ian's chagrin.


[This post weirds me out in all sorts of ways and that's why I have to write it.

Stupid muses...]

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[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Oh God, the big cat's having a seizure.

This did not happen in Africa.

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

That's because it's happening in Milliways.

These things always happen in Milliways.

"Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" goes the oversized cat.

Prepair for head-butting.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Or, you know, Sunnydale.

He bets the cat wants to steal his soul.

"Hey, hey there!" Xander says, putting his hands up defensively. "Niiice big jungle cat. Goood big jungle cat."

He takes a step back. "Uh ... intelligent big jungle cat."

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

Those places too.

Tasha on the other hand couldn't notice less where she is. She's happy - happier than a cat with a catmint addiction - and is inclined to show it.

I believe this is the moment Ian [by all the gods of Homana where is that man?] should come along and rescue the man before Tasha does something really embarrassing.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Oh good God.

"Uh ..."

Xander hastily skirts a pair of tables and hops over a chair.

Distance! Distance is good!

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

"Tasha!" someone calls out.

Ohthankheavenshe'shere...

"Tasha what are- NO TASHA!"

He is a nice person and friendly and he smells like a tomcat oh it is a nice smell—

"Tasha please, let the man breathe?

And if you insist upon getting him to pet you, pleased to be kind, let it be the front end?"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

... Why me?

Or maybe at this point that's a redundant question.

Xander is not sure whether this newly-arrived person is going to help him with the cat problem, but he'd like to find out as quickly as possible.

"Hey, buddy--"

Hopping back, darting behind another table.

"Clean-up on aisle four, if you get what I'm saying."

[princeinexile]

There is a prince with a big ass cat rubbing against his leg; the purrs... it's nearly enough to rattle his teeth. But after his encounter with Yrael, he knows better then to not pet the happy cat... he reaches down to stroke along her side, smirking a little at her.

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

And she likes it. Even the most vicious of felines become happy-cats when they come into season.

Correction: that only applies to the female cats. Male cats remain cantankerous regardless of time of day.

Purrrrrrrrrr....

He has good hands....

[princeinexile]

Zuko smirks at her -- she's happy. And cuddly. And he doesn't mind because he's feeling terribly good himself.

And his hands are very warm; something about those hotblooded Firebenders make them warmer then most. Makes for great massage. Or petting, take your pick.

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

And up goes the back end, tail ram-rod straight, front paws kneading the ground.

Paws that are slowly making their way over towards Zuko's feet.

Paws that are big, with big attachments too.

If you're not wearing steel toes now is the time to put them on.

[princeinexile]

Zuko, like anyone from his people, has heavy leather boots on.

And they are getting tucked under his chair.

"Oh, no. I like having toes. Look at those paws. You'd take my feet apart." But she looks so HAPPY And look at her wriggle! So he teases one ear and grins at her. "Wish I was that happy."

... well, if he honestly knew the cause, he might not.

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

"Oh but Tasha is uninclined to harm someone - unless they be enemy," Ian says in an exasperated tone. He's been trying to follow the mountain cat but she's better at hide-and-seek than he is.

"And I assure you that she's not normally like this when in season."

Must be the bar.

Must be the intoxicating scent so much like earth and blood and rutting deer lir...

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Sheppard stares at the cat for several long moments before wondering if maybe earmuffs might do the trick. That cat is loud.

"Nice kitty," he says, rubbing at his forehead. "Go do that outside?"

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

Big cat = big purr.

We should all be glad she's not a roaring cat, because then the roof would come down, and that would be Bad For Everyone.

But you are a nice man, kind man, you pet Tasha?

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

Especially Sheppard, who's already had one close call with having a building go to pieces on him today. "Nice kitty," he repeats, watching Tasha very carefully. Happy as she looks right now, she's still got good-sized claws and teeth.

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

For now though, Tasha is content to wind her way about Sheppard's legs, which means going under the table and upsetting the contents on it.

Obviously Milliways does not have things nailed down completely.

And if she's going to use those paws, it's to bat at his feet while she's rolling about on her back, legs asprawl in the air.

It's not so bad - she could be attempting a hug and kiss, and - ask Niall about this - it's not as fun as it sounds.

[no-comb-shep.livejournal.com]

"Dammit!" So much for that beer. Sheppard tries to move his legs, hoping to make some more room for the cat-not to mention to try and avoid those paws. "Good kitty. No mauling John, okay? Just...keep doing that."

He can't help but be more than a little grateful that she's not trying to jump up and bite his ass like his family's cat used to, though.

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

"Tasha? Tasha! Lir where are you?"

Here where there is ale and the scent of mating animals on the breeze...

Oh no; another person he has to rescue from his particularly amorous companion...

"I am sorry for my lir. I know what has gotten into her but I am not sure how it got into her."

And seeing Ian, she switches targets for her leg-winding and starts head-butting Ian, who, thanks to having had her for several years now, does not fall over.

But he does wobble.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco was still pacing around near the Security office, when he heard the yowling. He blinked at that, and stared some. Creature, or a deranged Animagus, he wasn't sure.

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

Nope. Not an Animagus at all. Just one very large, very red, very not-from-these-parts mountain cat.

Who is magical.

But does not do the shapeshifting around here.

That's Ian's job; blessing or curse that it is...

And oh look she's coming this way. ^__________^!!

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco didn't yelp, but he did back up. And debated getting out his wand.

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

If he does that she'll just think it's another stick and will attempt to bat it out of Draco's hands—purely out of playfulness of course.

—she butts his side and rubs her chest cavity against his legs—

Let's hope he's strong enough to remain standing after that.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Luckily he was backed up against a chair, but he did half fall. Enough to put one of his hands down to steady himself, and try to push himself up to a standing position.

He then put his hands out to try to push her away, "Oy, clear off!" His strategy was not working well. Skinny guy out of shape, and biiiig kitty, yeah, the odds were against him.

[halfbrothercat.livejournal.com]

And if she knocks him over she'll proceed to lie down on top of him and lick his face, tail batting at his feet.

Which wouldn't be so bad if she weighed around ten or so pounds.

Tasha weighs fifteen times that amount.

And she's not easily put off either.

This person she likes particularly.

It might be the magic she senses coming from him.

Or something.