I had to use it after missing out the other night, okay?
[She gives him a gentle jocular elbow in the upper arm, and leans in to look at the cat again as he comes in closer and declares that he's going to risk it. So she opens the door, because he's an adult and can make his own eye-related choices, and Macaroni comes out of the cage.
The cat looks like a wrinkly demon spawn, but he stretches and meows and purrs and rubs his little hairless body on her hand, and the immediate instinct is to scritch him behind the ears, which just elicits more purring.]
Oh. Oh no.
[Tilting her hand, she gives him a few under the chin scratches and he lifts his head to expose his neck.]
Oh no, look, he trusts me with his neck already. I would also die for this cat. Oh my god. I'm so glad we got that laser pointer.
( Yeah, okay, making up for the missed pun opportunity (oppuntunity? opperpunity?) gets a pass this time — that's what his expression seems to suggest, anyway, in that last flickering second before they both turn their eyes to their new bundle of joy and... skin flaps.
He reaches out to give the little guy a soft pet down his spine — feels weird, but not in a bad way. )
Oh shit, I forgot about the laser pointer. I might actually get diabetes from that.
[Well, at least she gets a pass on that one. The least she could ask of her closest friend here.]
Right? This cat is gonna love it so much.
[There is so much she's not considering right now, like the fact that ADI housing doesn't allow pets or how she's going to pay and take care of a cat or anything else, and she could not care less, looking at this cat.]
And I'm gonna love this cat forever.
[The little cat starts to venture out of the crate, curious, sniffing at the ground and their hands.]
( He'd happily put her fears to rest about at least one part of all that. It's his duty as a cat uncle to help provide for Cat Care. It's not like he's got bills or anything. The housing is free, his cell was free, people keep feeding him for free. He basically only spends money on books and coffee now, he just works to have something to do with his time. )
So it is decreed.
( He declares decisively, as Macaroni hops down to go exploring like he owns the place, dragging himself along their legs on the way. Evidently he deems the place worthy, because after a few seconds of curious exploration, he jumps back onto the bed to start lazily kneading his claws into her blanket.
From that point on it pretty much becomes just... hanging out, petting a cat. Not a bad way to pass an evening. It's nice when the most excitement he gets for the day is something as simple as breaking out the laser pointer. )
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[She gives him a gentle jocular elbow in the upper arm, and leans in to look at the cat again as he comes in closer and declares that he's going to risk it. So she opens the door, because he's an adult and can make his own eye-related choices, and Macaroni comes out of the cage.
The cat looks like a wrinkly demon spawn, but he stretches and meows and purrs and rubs his little hairless body on her hand, and the immediate instinct is to scritch him behind the ears, which just elicits more purring.]
Oh. Oh no.
[Tilting her hand, she gives him a few under the chin scratches and he lifts his head to expose his neck.]
Oh no, look, he trusts me with his neck already. I would also die for this cat. Oh my god. I'm so glad we got that laser pointer.
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He reaches out to give the little guy a soft pet down his spine — feels weird, but not in a bad way. )
Oh shit, I forgot about the laser pointer. I might actually get diabetes from that.
( Totally worth it. )
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Right? This cat is gonna love it so much.
[There is so much she's not considering right now, like the fact that ADI housing doesn't allow pets or how she's going to pay and take care of a cat or anything else, and she could not care less, looking at this cat.]
And I'm gonna love this cat forever.
[The little cat starts to venture out of the crate, curious, sniffing at the ground and their hands.]
Hi Macaroni.
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So it is decreed.
( He declares decisively, as Macaroni hops down to go exploring like he owns the place, dragging himself along their legs on the way. Evidently he deems the place worthy, because after a few seconds of curious exploration, he jumps back onto the bed to start lazily kneading his claws into her blanket.
From that point on it pretty much becomes just... hanging out, petting a cat. Not a bad way to pass an evening. It's nice when the most excitement he gets for the day is something as simple as breaking out the laser pointer. )