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[nepetaleijon]

There is a catgirl sprawled along the back of the couch this evening, apparently dozing.

Her feet and tail might twitch slightly from time to time.

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[mr_gaeta]

Out of all the couches clustered around the fire, it's also the closest to 'available' Gaeta can get. The other seats have somebody parked in them already.

As carefully as he can, trying not to disturb Nepeta, he eases himself down onto the couch. His crutches get propped against the armrest; he leans forward to try and keep clear.

[nepetaleijon]

As he settles onto the couch, she stirs slightly.

Then stretches all four limbs upward, yawns hugely, settles down (this time on her back) and appears to go back to sleep.

[mr_gaeta]

...Aww. A tiny part of Gaeta almost wants to scritch her behind the ears at that.

Quietly, he shifts a little himself, swinging his good leg onto the couch and pulling up his stump to rest alongside.

[nepetaleijon]

She stirs again, and arches her back in another stretch --

-- and topples off her perch to land in a startled flailing tangle on the far end of the couch.

[mr_gaeta]

Gaeta does not go WAUGH, but he does jerk his foot back an inch, startled. Once he starts to relax, a small, sympathetic smile finds its way to his mouth.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

[nepetaleijon]

Nepeta has managed to get herself right side up, and is busily smoothing down the shoulders and sleeves of her longcoat, head held high with perfect poise and only the faintest shiver remaining at the tip of her tail.

"Oh hi, Felis," she says brightly. "I'm purrfectly fine -- how are you?"

[mr_gaeta]

Don't worry, Nepeta. HE SAW NOTHING.

(Even if he has to work a little harder to smother a laugh now.)

"I'm okay," he says. Tipping a hand toward her, "It's good to see you again. It's been a while."

[herr_bookman]

Autor's thoroughly pleased to see Nepeta, not just because she's friendly and amusing, but because he'd been looking for her input on another matter.

The only issue is that she's asleep. Hm.

He seats himself, pulls out a book, and waits for her to wake... and quickly decides that if she takes longer than ten minutes, he'll whip out a quill and tickle her feet.

[nepetaleijon]

Nepeta doesn't show any sign of waking.

There's a few more of those paw-twitch movements, though.

[herr_bookman]

Paw-twitch movements are fine.

In fact, Autor will encourage more of them via meticulous application of quill feather to feet.

[nepetaleijon]

Twitch twitch!

Faint grumbly half-asleep noise.

[herr_bookman]

Well, he doesn't want to shake her. He could sprinkle water on her face, but while that's mean in general, it just seems more so given her affinity for cats. Poking is right out.

So he pops up from the couch and heads to the bar, only to return with a cup of tea and plate with a very aromatic fish.

[nepetaleijon]

... and this time it's her nose that twitches.

And then the tip of her tail.

And then there is blinking.

[mogget_cat]

She's not the only one who had the thought that the couch would be a good place for a catnap, today. Prrrrrrrrrr.

[nepetaleijon]

The couch is always a good place for a catnap! It's soft and comfortable and conveniently fire-adjacent.

Nepeta will probably wake up sometime soon.

[mogget_cat]

She'll be a little bit warmer when she wakes than she was when she fell asleep. Not'cats make fantastic portable heaters, stylish with any decor scheme.

[nepetaleijon]

Still asleep, Nepeta snuggles closer to the furry warmth.

And then blinks awake.



... oh.

[mogget_cat]

The Mogget streeeetches contentedly with all four paws towards the ceiling, yawning wide before snuggling closer with his forepaws (velvety pink paddypaws barely showing) folded against his chest.

[nepetaleijon]

Let's face it: adorable as Nepeta may be, she can easily be out-cuted by an actual cat.

Not that she minds. Hmmm, Pounce always liked under-the-chin scritches; let's see if Yrael does too!

[ostro_goth]

There is an actual cat there, completely feline and harmless (if cats ever are) and normal (minus the small detail that he's technically dead).

His human is sitting nearby, reading something; so Count goes to explore along the backs of couches...

[nepetaleijon]

Nepeta is not going to hold being technically dead against him! It's a thing they have in common. Maybe they could bond over it.

... If she wakes up.

[ostro_goth]

The grey cat carefully creeps closer, then sniffs at her head.

Something about her smell reminds him of something he has smelled around the forge.

[nepetaleijon]

His whiskers brush her cheek, and she's awake instantly.

"... oh," she whispers. "Hi there."

[ostro_goth]

The cat purrs in her ear, and rubs his furry jaw against hers.

[nepetaleijon]

She purrs back, and reaches up to offer scritches.