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[called_lioness]

Lucy comes downstairs, and (after getting tea) begins to work on a list.

It is a very important list.

She does not seem to be having much luck with it.

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[called_lioness]

Lucy bends down and carefully stokes the cat. "What are you doing here, hmm?"

[mogget_cat]

*Getting petted, of course.*

*The cat arches it's soft white back under her hand, purring louder now. Bright green eyes look up at Lucy as the cat turns and nudges Lucy's hand with its head, wanting more scritches.*

[called_lioness]

"You're a lovely one, aren't you?" She picks the cat up, settling it in her lap, and continues stroking.

[mogget_cat]

*The white cat tries to refrain from doing the undignified legs-straight-out-at-funny-angles thing cats do when picked up. It fails.*

*Once in Lucy's lap, the cat quickly lies down, a soft and warm fur-covered lapwarmer that makes a pleasing noise when stroked. The cat nudges Lucy's hand with its head again and twitches its ears. They look as if they could use a scritching.*

[called_lioness]

She smiles and sets about doing much scritching.

Lucy does love cats.

[mogget_cat]

*And cats love people who scritch them...for as long as the scritching continues.*

*The cat yawns cutely and turns over on its side, curling into a white crescent of fur. The purr is a loud, low rumble of pleasure. Green eyes half-close in bliss.*

[called_lioness]

Lucy decides he's adorable. The scritching is continued.

[mogget_cat]

*After a while, a playful velvety paw it batted at her hand, accompanied by a soft miaow.*

[called_lioness]

Lucy laughs. "You're playful." Bends over and kisses the sweet cat's forehead.

[mogget_cat]

*The cat mrrwrr's and closes its eyes at the kiss, then rubs its head against Lucy's cheek, whiskers tickling her neck.*

[called_lioness]

Lucy is charmed. "I wonder who you belong to..."

[mogget_cat]

*This cat wears no collar, but its fur is much too silky to just be any stray. Perhaps this cat belongs to Lucy.*

[called_lioness]

"I always wanted a cat, you know," and yes, she's talking to it like it can understand her. Why shouldn't it be able to? "But my father's allergic. Ed lets me play with Sylvaine when I visit, though it's not quite the same..."

[mogget_cat]

*The sneezes cutely. Its green eyes watch Lucy, almost like it is listening to her.*

[called_lioness]

Lucy doesn't coo. Because that is not queenly. "...Well. You could stay with me til I find whoever it is you belong to, I suppose."

[mogget_cat]

*Who this not'cat belongs to is sitting in your lap.*

*The cat purrs, nudges her hand, then leaps off her lap. It wraps around her ankle.*

[called_lioness]

Lucy may be in love. "Oh, you are precious." Leaning down to pet him some more.

[mogget_cat]

*The cat purrs in appreciative bliss, loud and low.*

*Then, idly, it pounces her foot and mrrwrr's. No claws were used in the making of this pounce, only soft, velvety foodpads.*

[called_lioness]

She grins and wiggles her foot a bit.

[mogget_cat]

*Cats whiskers tickle at her ankle and foot.*

[called_lioness]

"Do you have a name?" Well, she supposes he probably does, but she's not really certain how she expects him to tell it to her.

[mogget_cat]

*The cat perks its ears at her voice and tilts its head, curiously.*

[called_lioness]

"I can't very well just call you Cat." She thinks. "Well, I suppose I can. But you're a rather brilliant cat, I think, and need a name better than that"

[mogget_cat]

*The cat wraps around her ankle again, purring up at her as if awaiting a decision.*

[called_lioness]

"Do you like the name Tumnus? He was a very dear friend of mine, once, you see."