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[personal profile] mogget_cat 2006-10-19 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
The light shrinks. Brightens for a moment (if that is even possible), enough to hurt the eyes, and and then fades as if it had never been.

And there is a cat sitting there, looking put upon as he makes sure all his fur is dry.

"Oh, the sacrifices I make, for the sake of your sense of smell," he says, dramatically.
mogget_cat: (Cat of Cats)

[personal profile] mogget_cat 2006-10-19 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Satisfied that all the water burned off, he yawns widely. "A bit. Kinda... I am fine."

A bit sleepy, though. Catnip has that effect, when it begins to wear off. He blinks dazedly up at her.

"You are all right?"
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[personal profile] mogget_cat 2006-10-19 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"That was a smart move." He purrs, closing his green eyes.

(In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
)

"I am glad you did not fall in. It would have been bad."
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[personal profile] mogget_cat 2006-10-19 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"You are smart in your reasonings as well as your movements."

That scritching is wonderful.

Faith now has a lapkittumsy.
mogget_cat: (cat!back)

[personal profile] mogget_cat 2006-10-19 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Practice makes perfect, I suppose." He yawns, shifting luxuriously and enjoying the scritching. Bright Shiners, it must be said, do not happywiggle from bellyrubs.

No really.

Ignore him.



So very comfortable.
mogget_cat: (cat!backsleeping)

[personal profile] mogget_cat 2006-10-19 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
He will revolutionize the architechtural world. Form Follows Function, yeah right.

The kitty is not snoring. That is just... er... he's um... Look, ELVIS!