021 // Here, kitty kitty.
[Video switches on. Irene is kneading the bed restlessly; every so often, a hint of claw is visible. Still unfulfilled, she begins to pace back and forth in front of the camera. Her voice, when she speaks, is her own, but it comes from low in her throat and has a hint of rumble to it. To human ears, it probably sounds like loud purring, interspersed with a few quiet, subdued yowls. Her speech is slow and deliberate.]
I. feel. marvelous.
[Experimentally, she snaps her teeth. Lifting a paw, she unsheathes her claws and regards them thoughtfully. Then, low on her belly, she prowls towards the camera, rolling her shoulders. Her mouth forms what would be a smirk, if she were human. Then she pounces, pinning the device to the floor and speaking straight into it.]
And hungry. Come out, come out, wherever you are.
I. feel. marvelous.
[Experimentally, she snaps her teeth. Lifting a paw, she unsheathes her claws and regards them thoughtfully. Then, low on her belly, she prowls towards the camera, rolling her shoulders. Her mouth forms what would be a smirk, if she were human. Then she pounces, pinning the device to the floor and speaking straight into it.]
And hungry. Come out, come out, wherever you are.