[Cats, cats, more cats.... well, more cats with wings. The biggest one, the mother cat Alice, is just sitting there, wings fluttering a bit as one of the kittens crawls over her. The feed turns away and it's Naomi again. She seems... bothered? Who knows.]
They should be old enough to begin socializing... If it isn't too much of trouble, could I have a few people come by and interact with them starting next Monday?
[Locked to Little Guy]
... You better come back to the room right after work today. I mean it. The kittens should be asleep by then...
(OOC: Naomi is under the influence of the romance perfume. That isn't romantic what she said, but that's for private.)