Caturday Mornin an itz growin lite...

[kittehnpip]

"Kitteh? Kitteh, waek up!"

Pip shakes the furry lump curled up on the couch. The lump just mumbles and curls up tighter.

"Cmon! Itz mornin! Tiem for breakfst!"

"Go 'way..."

"No! Ize hungry!"

"Get ur own foodz. Kthxbai."

The little cat grumps. "Ur no fun wen ur hung ovr."

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[ostro_goth]

Teja, nearby with a mug of tea in his hand, notices cats on the sofa, sleeping.

Those cats. The ones that speak weirdly and only turn up every seventh day.

Timekeeping in Milliways is defined by animals - the weeks by the cats, the months by the werewolves.

"Greetings," Teja says. Not cheerfully, because he is never cheerful, but in a rather energetic morning sort of way.

[kittehnpip]

"O hai," says Pip. "Can u waek him up?"

[ostro_goth]

"He's not dead," Teja says, "so yes, I most likely can. How rude do I have to be?"

[kittehnpip]

"Jus pick him up an dump him," says Pip. "Hez bein lazy."

[ostro_goth]

"In the warm or the cold part of the lake?" Teja asks, looking down at the sleeping, larger cat.

[kittehnpip]

"Not in teh laek!" says Pip, shocked. "Just on teh grownd!"

He's not that mean!

[ostro_goth]

"That would hurt him much worse than the lake; the water is much softer," Teja ponders.

When the larger cat hears him talk, he suspects, it will get up on its own rather than suffer such a fate.

[kittehnpip]

Pip looks speculative. "Maybe in teh snow?"

"OK, OK, IZE GETTIN UP!"

[ostro_goth]

"I assume you won't want some breakfast?" Teja says, casually. He remembers the cats were poor, and always glad to be fed.

[kittehnpip]

"Coffee," mutters a very peaked Kitteh. "An bacn."

[ostro_goth]

"For both of you?" Teja asks. "I might get a rat to fetch that."

[kittehnpip]

"I can has corm flaekz?" inquires Pip.

[ostro_goth]

"I think you can," Teja says. "I do not know what it is, but I am sure the rats will know."

The rats did, and brought breakfast.

[kittehnpip]

"Kthx!" Pip digs into his cereal with gusto, while Kitteh nurses his coffee, stopping to rub his temples periodically.

[ostro_goth]

"Did you drink too much last night?" Teja asks.

Teja had a mulled cider and a mulled mead last night, as somebody had invited him, and he hadn't wanted to be impolite.

But nothing a cup of tea wouldn't cure.

[kittehnpip]

"No. Drank just enuff."