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[mogget_cat]

*There's a white cat on the bar. Unusual? No. Of note? He surely thinks it is.*

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[nita_callahan]

Quietly, and without fuss, there's a hand scritching behind his ears.

[mogget_cat]

*Not as quietly, but with no ado at all, he purrs appreciatively.*

[nita_callahan]

The scritching continues.

"Hi." Nita smiles. "If you see a Speak N' Spell around? Look out. I think it's demonic. And psychic."

[mogget_cat]

*He leans into the scritching, half-closing his eyes.*

Good morning. I shall make note of that, though I am sure noting it would be aided by knowledge of what a Speak'N'Spell is.

[nita_callahan]

"It's a toy, about yea big" -- she stops scritching for a moment to indicate the size -- "with a keyboard and a screen." The scritching resumes. "I think you'll know it if you see it."

She's tempted to ask him to go nuclear on it, but she figures that would be impolitic. So she puts renewed vigor into her scritching and simply sits quietly.

Happiness is a purring not'cat.

[OOC: Nita-mun: *disappears with a poof* :( Sorry.]

[mogget_cat]

I shall keep a watch out for it.

*He might go nuclear on it. Just might. Or not. For now he just purrrrrrrs.*

[slayer_fray]

There's two fingers scracthing the back of his neck. They are attached to a Slayer who is sipping coffee, apparantly oblivious to the actions of her hand.

[mogget_cat]

*He purrs under Mel's hand, and bats a paw at it.*

[slayer_fray]

The hand dodges quickly, and the scritching continues.

"How's things?"

[mogget_cat]

They could be better, but have been worse. You?

[slayer_fray]

she shrugs.

"Not too bad. Been working on the building site."

[mogget_cat]

*He bats quickly at her hand again, playfully.* So I have heard. It has been keeping me awake. Mine is the corner in the corridor between the Staff wing and the kitchen. You people are loud.

[slayer_fray]

"That'll be Raph squealing like a girl, then."

[mogget_cat]

I recognised that sound easily. Much too early in the morning.

[slayer_fray]

"It's always too early in the morning for ex-turtles to scream like girls," she states.

[mogget_cat]

*He yawns, bored.* Especially when it keeps me from getting my required eighteen hours of sleep.

[slayer_fray]

She rubs the top of his nose with her thumb.

"Should probably exact bloody revenge. I would."

[mogget_cat]

*He sneezes. Cutely. Mention that and die.*

Well, to do that, first I would have to find who caused the ex-turtle to scream like a girl.

[slayer_fray]

"That'll be his own ninja-like inability to distinguish between nails and his own thumb."

[mogget_cat]

Well, then. One ex-turtle from which to exact bloody revenge. What about all the other noises that kept me up?

[greebo-the-cat.livejournal.com]

Greebo is skulking about the bar, avoiding Yrael.

[mogget_cat]

*Damn straight.*

[lvpd_sidle]

A good night's sleep has done wonders for getting rid of Sara's annoyance from last night.

In tried and true form, now she feels guilty. So she begins scritching around his ears.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

On the bar, a delicate silver fish appears, set on a platter of Ilian red-ware. Beside it is a songbird in a wrought-gold cage.

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael freezes, fur standing up. He recognizes the songbird (Catlet, Catlet. The king's own cats no longer feast upon these. It suits you...), and the type of platter the fish is set upon.*