Our Lady of Fandom, Wednesday
Over the weekend, the Cat had developed a habit of pawing at the various doors and windows of the church and meowing pitifully to let Castiel know that it was hungry or cold and wanted to be inside.
Castiel had gone to check on it the first few times, but having determined it was in no immediate harm -- and having spent a good chunk of his time letting the Cat in and out of the church seemingly at the slightest whim -- he'd decided to ignore it.
The Cat had now resorted to hurling itself bodily against the door and making noises like it was dying a horrible, tragic, and most importantly unfated death.
"No," said Castiel, "you're not."
"Meeeerreeeeowwoowowwwwwwww!" said the Cat.
Castiel looked down at it and sighed. He stepped back to let it into the vestibule. The Cat immediately set about attacking his coat. He sighed.
"I suppose you want another tuna."
[ooc: the church is, as always, quite open.]
Castiel had gone to check on it the first few times, but having determined it was in no immediate harm -- and having spent a good chunk of his time letting the Cat in and out of the church seemingly at the slightest whim -- he'd decided to ignore it.
The Cat had now resorted to hurling itself bodily against the door and making noises like it was dying a horrible, tragic, and most importantly unfated death.
"No," said Castiel, "you're not."
"Meeeerreeeeowwoowowwwwwwww!" said the Cat.
Castiel looked down at it and sighed. He stepped back to let it into the vestibule. The Cat immediately set about attacking his coat. He sighed.
"I suppose you want another tuna."
[ooc: the church is, as always, quite open.]