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[mogget_cat]

No matter what anyone else might tell you, there is an art to taking up more room on the couch than should be physically possible.

Exhibit A: The white cat currently flopped on the couch nearest the fire.

So fortunate that you get to see a master at work.

(ooc: Post is open forever!)

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[ostro_goth]

The young black female that's relatively new to the bar is admiring the master at work with suitable respect.

[mogget_cat]

No matter how much space he's taking up, no matter how hard he tries, there is always (if one holds one's head the right way and squints) room for one more.

A bright green eye slits partially open to regard the black young cat. An ear twitches, and the white cat blinks slowly before eventually lifting his head and opening his other eye.

Good evening.

[ostro_goth]

Good evening, sir, the young cat says, very polite to the bigger and presumably stronger stranger.

Tentatively, she lies down on the arm of the sofa and regards him. She is young and harmless: - surely, he can see that!

[mogget_cat]

You are new to me, but you have met friends of mine already. Scent is marvelously informative. He can smell Teja, and Kitty, Ferdinand and Count. And lingering scents of Gotland.

I am Yrael.

[ostro_goth]

I am Myrrh, she answers. My human whom you know as well gave it to me, and I can almost say it the way humans do.

'Mrrrrr!'

[mogget_cat]

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Myrrh, he replies, whiskers twitching in amusement. Few cats can make themselves understood by humans except in the broadest terms."

[ostro_goth]

The other cat says our human is a cat now and then, and then we can talk to him! Myrrh says. A black cat, like me!

[mogget_cat]

Indeed, occasionally he takes on the shape of a cat so that he might walk among us and talk with us. In a similar manner, I occasionally take on other forms when they might be useful.

[ostro_goth]

Oh, you are the not!cat!! the little black cat says. The others told me about you!

[mogget_cat]

I am, laughs the white cat, streeetching. So, technically I am not a cat, but I am more cat than most that are nooowwwwwwt.

That is a mighty yawn right there. Yrael gets to his paws. Have you explored the bar and its premises much yet?

[ostro_goth]

Yes, and I am not to hunt the demon bunnies on my own yet, Kitty says, the little cat says.

Not quite convinced she really still is too little.

[mogget_cat]

Would you like to practice?

^___^

[ostro_goth]

The little cat jumps with sheer enthusiasm.

Yes! Please!

[mogget_cat]

Then follow me, he laughs, lightly dropping to the floor from the couch.

[ostro_goth]

The little cat jumps again, bumps against Yrael with enthusiasm, and then follows him, her still-short tail held high, with a little loop at the end: cat about important business!

[mogget_cat]

Very important! Yrael leads the little black shadow towards the back door. Somehow, timing is on their side. Someone is coming in just as they reach the door, so Yrael and Myrrh slip through before the door closes behind them.