Kitty Woes. [dial_a_psychic]

[smellsofpeaches]

*hears the doorbell ring and gets up to answer it, boycat Jake trailing behind*

Hey, Shawn... you said you were going to be here an hour ago. I wasn't sure if you were going to show up. *draws her robe around her PJs, looking pretty beat*

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[dial_a_psychic]

*eyes her and her cute, girly, kitty PJs*

Sorry, I was supposed to be here at least an hour ago but then I had this argument with Gus about proper uses of a microwave and you know how he gets when he's in bitching mode. *looks at his watch* Anyway, here I am! A little late, but, I brought snacks. *shows her a bag of nachos*

[smellsofpeaches]

Alright, then I guess that's okay. *small smile as she moves back so he can come in*

I swear my heat's on the fritz. It's freezing in here. *pads off to find Sammy, shivering a little*

[dial_a_psychic]

Hey, little dude. *kneels down to pet Jake and follows her around the house*

It's freezing everywhere. *looks around* Hey, Sammy boy! Where are you, little naughty ball?

[smellsofpeaches]

You want anything to drink, Shawn? *goes to pet Sammy as she finds him slinking across a counter in the kitchen*

[dial_a_psychic]

Sure. *followes her into the kitchen and leaves the bag of nachos on the counter* Give a psychic a surprise while showing off your bartender insticts, Jules.

[smellsofpeaches]

*nods a bit wearily, but drags down two glasses with a smile, pouring a liberal amount of vanilla vodka, then ginger ale, then orange juice and a bit of cranapple to twist*

Want a straw?

[dial_a_psychic]

*raises an eyebrow at her REAL bartender abilities*

... Sure. I don't suppose you have one of those little umbrella things? *pretends he's opening a tiny umbrella with his fingers*

[smellsofpeaches]

*snorts* No. But I think I have a plastic sword... *digs around in her drawer and hands it to him*

[dial_a_psychic]

*grabs the tiny plastic sword with the tips of his fingers and puts it in the glass* Thanks. *grabs it and takes a sip* Hey! This is really, really good! *licks his lips*

[smellsofpeaches]

*shrugs* Wanted to be a bartender in high school. *sips hers*

So... does Sammy seem unhappy or anything?

[dial_a_psychic]

You collected comic books, went to cheerleading camp and wanted to be a bartender? Nice mix.

*looks down at the cat, who's playing with something that once probaly resembled a furry mouse toy* I don't think he's unhappy, just... *leaves his drink on the counter and kneels down to give him a better look*

[smellsofpeaches]

Just what? *watches them carefully*

[dial_a_psychic]

*pets the cat* I think he needs some Mommy time. *looks back at her* Just you and him togheter.

*blinks and moves closer to the cat* What are you saying boy? *eyes go wide* Oh, no, you can't possibly think that!

[smellsofpeaches]

I guess it has been a while.. *looks alarmed*

What's he saying?

[dial_a_psychic]

He thinks... *coughs* He thinks he could do better with a fatherly figure around.

[smellsofpeaches]

*confused a minute* I don't... Shawn! I hardly think that's.. appropriate. *why yes, that is a flush*