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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!)

Comments

[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.

[is_a_ghost]

And Exhibit A is going to get picked up and resettled in someone's lap very shortly; while Silas knows that Yrael is territorial about his napping space, he's also very cold from being outside himself.

[mogget_cat]

It's all right, Silas. There is purring, and possibly some unconscious snuggling going on from the dozing cat. He makes a very good lap-warmer. His fur is thick and warm and soft, the purr a low and steady drone of comfort and contentment.

[is_a_ghost]

Silas pets his fingers through Yrael's fur, tunneling into the dense white mass and then smoothing it back out. He still doesn't say anything, but there's a hint of what could be a smile.

[mogget_cat]

It's totally a coincidence that the cat eventually shifts over onto its back for tummy-rubs.

Utter coincidence. Really.

And ignore the happy-kneading of the air by those paws.

[heatourjail]

Hi, familiar kitty-shaped being.

Have some scritches. Juliet remembers you well.

[mogget_cat]

The cat totally doesn't unconsciously lean into her hand, purring contentedly as it drifts back into wakefulness. Two green eyes blink open, slowly, to look up at her. O HAI

[heatourjail]

Oh hai, pretty cat. "One of these days I should introduce you to Tuffy. I think she'd like the company." At home, her only companion is The Dog.

[mogget_cat]

Haaaai. The cat purrs loudly, leaning into her hand. The Mogget does not know who Tuffy is, but the prospect of possibly visiting another world gets his ear-perked attention.

The very fuzzy pretty kitty twists over onto its back, presenting its fluffy tummy for tummyrubs.