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."

[dr_de_silva]

Wow, talking cats!

Toby can't help but sneak a peek.

[kittehnpip]

Pip is currently standing on the couch cushions, kicking at the small of Kitteh's back repeatedly. "Get up! Get up!"

[dr_de_silva]

"Is your friend okay?" Toby asks.

Hehe I'm talking to a cat. And I thought I couldn't be any more mad.

[kittehnpip]

"Hez bein lazy."

"No Im not. I haz a headaek..."

[whattattoos]

Myri blinks at the cats.

They're talking! About being hung over!

(It's really the second part that's shocking.)

[kittehnpip]

Well, one of them is. The one who actually has the hangover is curled up with a pillow over his head, trying to block out all the light and noise of the Bar.

[whattattoos]

She watches them for a moment longer before standing and moving towards them.

"Do you need any help?"

[kittehnpip]

"I can has bullet in mah hed?" Kitteh moans.