[When the door opens it reveals the radiant countenance of O'Keefe of a thousand titles sitting there. O'Keefe, intrepid space explorer, cunning saboteur, great romantic and master of Cat Knowledge.
He's calling to you, Bryn. He knows that you are a woefully ignorant kitten in the ways of the cat.
[Bryn drops to her knees immediately, in awe of all that O'Keefe is and encompasses.]
You.
[Her tone is reverent and solemn, full wonder as she takes in this miraculous occurrence. She hears the call, she does, and carefully, hesitantly reaches out.
Would the almighty O'Keefe enjoy being pet by one of the lesser beings of his domain?]
O'Keefe: :3purringabyssMarch 21 2010, 04:58:21 UTC
[Purr, purr, purr. He purrs his delight at the cuddlez (yay!) and then begins to knead reflexively.
But now, pleasantries aside, it is time to put Bryn to the test. Just how well acquainted is she with the requirements of Cat-dom? O'Keefe will find out. He bonks his head into her belly and finds it...
Depressingly cold. He flops his tail and shoots her an irritated look.
Your belly is not fuzzy and warm, Bryn. O'Keefe is a merciful master and he will forgive the taller, bizarre, hairless cats for not having fuzzy bellies (obviously not enough milk as a kitten) but a chilly belly?
This is so adorable I don't even...brynkittenMarch 21 2010, 05:02:45 UTC
[Immediately Bryn senses what it is he was looking for. She's immediately horrified at her lack of a fuzzy, warm belly. It is almost unforgivable.]
I...I can fix that. Really I can!
[She sounded a bit panicked, wondering if O'Keefe would approve of a quick shift. Surely he would understand, so long as she showed she was attempting to make progress!
Just in case, Bryn carefully scratched the Cat God of the Abyss behind the ears.]
Thump.
Bump.
Pause.
Scratch. ScratchscratchscratchSCRATCH.]
Mroooooooooow.
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It calls to some primitive force in her body, her very soul.
It makes her tremble.
She pauses a moment, and then approaches the door, reaching out. Bryn turns the knob and pulls the door open to reveal...]
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He's calling to you, Bryn. He knows that you are a woefully ignorant kitten in the ways of the cat.
He is here to recctify this gross error.]
Prrrrt?
[ :3 ]
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You.
[Her tone is reverent and solemn, full wonder as she takes in this miraculous occurrence. She hears the call, she does, and carefully, hesitantly reaches out.
Would the almighty O'Keefe enjoy being pet by one of the lesser beings of his domain?]
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OMG YAY! :3
O'Keefe immediately being to purr. It's loud like a diesel engine and he rises to his feet to deliver a mark of his favour and blessing upon her.
He bonks her knee with his head.]
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She has been blessed.
O'Keefe has purred his approval, loud and clear.
With the utmost respect, she reaches out and slides her hand down O'Keefe's back, and then reaches up to carefully scratch the cat beneath then chin.]
I...I'm so honored you're here.
[She felt so unworthy, to be in his presence.]
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But now, pleasantries aside, it is time to put Bryn to the test. Just how well acquainted is she with the requirements of Cat-dom? O'Keefe will find out. He bonks his head into her belly and finds it...
Depressingly cold. He flops his tail and shoots her an irritated look.
Your belly is not fuzzy and warm, Bryn. O'Keefe is a merciful master and he will forgive the taller, bizarre, hairless cats for not having fuzzy bellies (obviously not enough milk as a kitten) but a chilly belly?
He flops his tail again.]
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I...I can fix that. Really I can!
[She sounded a bit panicked, wondering if O'Keefe would approve of a quick shift. Surely he would understand, so long as she showed she was attempting to make progress!
Just in case, Bryn carefully scratched the Cat God of the Abyss behind the ears.]
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