Aug 12, 2009 11:18
Fiona might have been told not to act the hostess with Griff coming over, even if it was just down the hall, but that didn't mean that his words could reverse the way she'd been raised. Cee had taught her well and Gr--Mother had made sure they knew what was appropriate for hosting, so while she didn't have any food out, the room itself was spic and span, the cat box cleaned out, and the kitties' water and food tucked up where they could reach but hopefully a visitor wouldn't trip over them.
'Tara', such as she was, was placed on her dresser, watered carefully and still in the sun. Mr. Moxy was asleep on her roommate's pillow, as he had been most of the time, and Nyx was in her habitual place on Fiona's shoulder chewing on her hair only a little more often than her human did.
Right. Good. Room was clean, kittens were cute, plant was cared for, she was ready.
[for one, plz]
tara,
mr. moxy,
griff,
room,
nyx