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[mogget_cat]

Not'cat.

MP3-player.

Couch.

Purrs.

Jealous?

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[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Not'really.

Because: Jason.

Book.

Chair.

Stout.

Mmmm.

Jealous?

[mogget_cat]

Not'really.

For: Yrael.

Whoooooooooooooooole couch.

Streeeeeeeetching.

Lazily.

With tailtip twitching to the music.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Well: Jason.

Draaaaaaaped.

Inna Comfy Chair.

STOUUUUUUUUUUT.

And the book isn't half bad, either.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael doesn't care if Jason's really stout and draped in a comfy chair with a half-good book.

He's not paying attention.

^__^

There may be kittysnores.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Ha ha ha.

He should know better than to sleep when Jason is awake.

His meal has arrived, so there may be careful aiming with a forkful of shepherd's pie.

[mogget_cat]

There may be an irritated half-yowl from the sudden-besheperd-pied'not'cat as it jerks back and onto its paws.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

And chuckling from a werewolf who is suddenly very engrossed in eating his meal.

"Don't be so mad, Yri; consider it an appetizer. The kitchen really outdid itself tonight."

[wheatencrown]

Demeter finds some space on the couch for herself and snuggles up with Yrael while being careful of the player.

[mogget_cat]

Huh?

Movement?

Ooh!

Warm.

Purrrrrrrr.

Yrael resettles with a minimum of movement on his part. An earbud may also be offered, with a minimum of effort.

[wheatencrown]

She does know what an earbud is and slips it in while she starts petting him, he's also so warm.

[mogget_cat]

"Evening," he mwrrs, comfortably, through the sounds of Beethoven's Symphony #7.

[wheatencrown]

"You've found the best spot in the whole Bar."

She says into his fur, she needed this.

[mogget_cat]

"Always," he grins, purring against her hair. "It's a skill I'm glad to have."

Finding the most comfortable spot in any place is a skill many wish they could have.

[findthegeck.livejournal.com]

Yes.

No. Maybe. More curious, really as she peers over the back of the couch at the small fluffy animal. Cat-shaped things are not a common occurrence in the post-apocalyptic wasteland Sativa calls home.

Food was scarce at times, after all.

[mogget_cat]

This one is very well-kept, for all that it is small for a full-grown cat. Its white fur is spotless, and very sleek. Bright green eyes rest half-closed.

It is content, purring as its tailtip twitches along with the music.

[findthegeck.livejournal.com]

Well, he looks comfortable. And oddly musical. She won't disturb that, and just rests her elbows on the top of the couch up here.

Eventually she murmurs, "Your name isn't Cuddles, is it?"

[mogget_cat]

"Never has been and never will be," murmurs the cat, comfortably.

He'll deal with Snowflake, but Cuddles is going too far.

[findthegeck.livejournal.com]

"...Okay. Just checking." Well, no one ever told her cats talked, but then no one ever said they didn't.

Since they're on the subject of names, "I'm Sativa."

[mogget_cat]

"A pleasure, Sativa," he purrs.

"I once was many things, but now am only several."

"Call me Yrael."

[7twistedwishes]

Scritchings.

If allowed.

Because really, near perfection is not enough.

[mogget_cat]

Scritchings?

Always allowed.

They're often, as now, accompanied by loud purrings. And a bright green eye, looking up at the scritcher.

[7twistedwishes]

A Devil. In leather pants, red t-shirt, hair in a ponytail. "Hello, prettiest thing in the whole multiverse..."

[mogget_cat]

"Hmph," smirks the not'cat, batting a lazy, velvety paw up at her. "Flatterer. You know such things don't work when one knows they're true."

[7twistedwishes]

"Well, it is a rare opportunity for the Lady of Lies to tell a complete undeniable truth." Scritches, pets, tummy-rubs. "I missed you."

[mogget_cat]

"Missed me, or the opportunity to tell flattering truths?" he mwrrs, comfortably.