/sobs. i bandwagoned. i regret nothing.

[sitsonkeyboard]

[Lurking on top of a door was one (1) cat (kitten). He wasn't so much lurking, per se, as just sitting there. And by sitting, one means 'clinging on for dear life

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[grandfrereminou]

[There's a big, soft, silky, fluffy-looking pillow down there! Okay, really, it's just Franchat, but from your angle it must look like a walking pillow.]

[sitsonkeyboard]

[A walking pillow? For him? Purrfect! He sadly can't tell the difference and is taking the lovely opportunity presented to jump down on said fluffy pillow.]

[grandfrereminou]

[Flop! And a yowl follows, as well as the pillow frizzing up.]

(Mon dieu!)

[sitsonkeyboard]

[...oh. Oops. So that wasn't a pillow after all....

Right?

Maybe it was. He's giving him a little bat on the head to be sure.]

[grandfrereminou]

[Hisses at a little and rolls off to his side to try and get you off]

[sitsonkeyboard]

[...yeah. That's not a pillow. Rolling the other way, he at least got off of him.]

Mew. (You looked like a pillow.)

[grandfrereminou]

[Begins the attempt to fix his frizzed and frayed fur. Would blink at him, if cats blinked more often. Preens.]

Prrr~ (Well, I do have a rather soft, silky, and beautiful coat. So I suppose I can excuse you.)