23 shots fired.

[blue_satin_pjs]

[voice post]

Things been pretty quiet for a while, City-wise. New arrivals, but not so much in the way of curses--

[Pause.]

Yo, get your paws off that, I been tellin' you.

[Gunshot. Very loud meow. Sound of claws scrabbling.]

You fired it? How--

Well it ain't no one's fault but yours, so I--

[Another gunshot, and the sound of splintering

Comments

[kosherplz]

The cat fired your gun?

[blue_satin_pjs]

Yeah. Somehow.

[kosherplz]

It sounds like he destroyed your bed pretty well.

[blue_satin_pjs]

Yeah, it ain't real horizontal right now.

[wee_hellpuppy]

Cat!

[blue_satin_pjs]

Yeah.

...Dog?

[wee_hellpuppy]

I'm not a dog!

[blue_satin_pjs]

What are you?

[dearprincess]

hi

you know katan?

[blue_satin_pjs]

Katan Senior's my cat. Someone's cat, anyway. He don't seem too happy bein' in my care most the time.

[dearprincess]

oh.

my brother has a friend named katan. i didnt know there was more than one.

why is he not happy?

[blue_satin_pjs]

Maybe that's where the cat get his name.

He don't like me so much. And he ain't afraid of me, so he got an inclination to misbehave.

[one_that_leads]

Ah. The cat.

Is he causing too much trouble?

[blue_satin_pjs]

I s'pose it depends how you measure "too much."

[one_that_leads]

Mm, I see.

I would call finally succeeding in firing your gun "too much".

[blue_satin_pjs]

Think the curse gave him a bit of help, there. Still.

I ain't had much luck findin' someone else to take him in.