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[just_jones]

Amos? I have notes...

[private to Keenan]
I miss you.

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[pur_et_seul]

Hestia! You've got to see this.

[just_jones]

See what?

[pur_et_seul]

Jack. It's hysterical.

[just_jones]

Jack?

[pur_et_seul]

Yes Jack. Stewart's kitten Jack.

[just_jones]

Okay, coming

[pur_et_seul]

Quick, you'll love it. *leads her up to Stewart's rooms, closing the door behind them and kicking off his shoes into the small mixed pile of both their footwear near the door* He's in here by the bed, come on.

[just_jones]

*awkward*

Um, okay.

[pur_et_seul]

*waves her toward the bed and gets to his knees beside it* Look underneath.

[just_jones]

*hesitates and looks underneath*

[pur_et_seul]

*under the bed along with one of Regulus' socks - long forgotten - is Jack, purring happily with the claws of all four feet dug into the bottom of the box spring so he's hanging upsidedown*

Isn't he bizarre? He's stopped now but earlier he was doing that kneading thing cats do but completely hanging there like a bat or something.

[just_jones]

*melts* That's adorable. Oh my- aww. Look at him!

[pur_et_seul]

*Jack regard them and meows happily*

Oh there he goes again with the kneading - I've never seen an animal do this before. And he's so pleased with himself about it, too.

[just_jones]

It's so cute. Really.

[pur_et_seul]

*reaches under the bed to pet the kitten* I wanted to show someone, it was too funny not to.

[just_jones]

Who is feeding him while Professor MacDonald is away?