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milliways_bar2006-02-17 09:43 pm
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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...]
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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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."
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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.
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"Uh ..."
Xander hastily skirts a pair of tables and hops over a chair.
Distance! Distance is good!
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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?"
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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."
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Or given him incentive to use them as hurdles in his training for the Beijing Olympics.
"That is Tasha. She is my lir, and is not normally this..." Well, he doesn't want to imply that Tasha is mean... "She's not normally this spirited or enthusiastic when meeting strangers, though she is a gentle animal."
He eyes her.
"Most of the time."