Who: Fever, Helena, and those threading with them What:January non-event things. When: All month. Where: Across the isle. Warning(s): To be noted in threads individually
A mew of affirmation to Max, as she adjusts her grip on his shoulder and settles, with small claws anchoring her to where she wants to be. From here, she can observe everything, while also feeling safe in an elevated spot. Right now, she's guessing at kitten behavior, hoping it's convincing. The fact that her tail (and it's still such a wonder, having a tail) flicks idly as she rests lends credence to the illusion.
Maybe Max has already guessed. Maybe he'll guess by the time they leave. Maybe it'll just be a strange and wonderful occurrence in his life, and Fever can never let this happen in front of him again lest she be caught out when she's trying to be sneaky.
The world really has strange new perceptions from up here.
"Aww, hello to you too," he answers back. It's so cute when animals do that. If these two aren't carful, Max is going to try to adopt them. (If Anani would allow it.)
"Okay, fishy time for kitties. That includes you too, Anani, if you keep being a good boy." Anani is easily bribed, it seems, because that gets him to stop circling Max's legs like a shark. If new arrivals means unscheduled food breaks, then maybe it's not so bad.
Max is none the wiser yet, but even if he knew, he wouldn't be upset. He's been guilty, himself, of running up to people in his dog shape to beg for belly rubs and scraps. He's got no stones to throw.
"Here we go!" Two bowls of shredded and deboned fish are set down on the floor for Anani and 'momma cat', while Max holds the third bowl up over his shoulder for the kitten. "Not too fast now, don't choke."
Oh, this pleases the Skooma Cat. This pleases the Skooma Cat immensely. He begins chowing down, doing that wacky things cats sometimes do where they audibly "om nom nom nom" as they eat. Whatever that's usually meant to indicate, he's doing that purely because he thinks it's hilarious.
Perhaps it's a side effect of the form, but eating from the bowl isn't as hard as it might have been. Her head's smaller, so she can actually angle her face and get bites. And either it's the cat senses or the exertion from magic, but this is good. If he needs to set down the bowl before she's finished, she's going to follow it, devoted in this moment to eating every bite.
Is it magic or kittenhood that fuels the appetite? Much to learn, much to understand. And for the moment, there is peace in the house as all feline presence is lost in snack time.
"That good, huh?" Max laughs. He's seen videos of cats doing this but he'd never experienced it in person until now. His cheeks are going to hurt later from how big he's smiling.
He does, gently, set both kitten and bowl down on the kitchen table, hoping the height might at least discourage the other two fluffballs from trying to double-dip.
"That's good. Eat up. You need to grow big and strong. Plenty more where that came from."
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Maybe Max has already guessed. Maybe he'll guess by the time they leave. Maybe it'll just be a strange and wonderful occurrence in his life, and Fever can never let this happen in front of him again lest she be caught out when she's trying to be sneaky.
The world really has strange new perceptions from up here.
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"Okay, fishy time for kitties. That includes you too, Anani, if you keep being a good boy." Anani is easily bribed, it seems, because that gets him to stop circling Max's legs like a shark. If new arrivals means unscheduled food breaks, then maybe it's not so bad.
Max is none the wiser yet, but even if he knew, he wouldn't be upset. He's been guilty, himself, of running up to people in his dog shape to beg for belly rubs and scraps. He's got no stones to throw.
"Here we go!" Two bowls of shredded and deboned fish are set down on the floor for Anani and 'momma cat', while Max holds the third bowl up over his shoulder for the kitten. "Not too fast now, don't choke."
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Is it magic or kittenhood that fuels the appetite? Much to learn, much to understand. And for the moment, there is peace in the house as all feline presence is lost in snack time.
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He does, gently, set both kitten and bowl down on the kitchen table, hoping the height might at least discourage the other two fluffballs from trying to double-dip.
"That's good. Eat up. You need to grow big and strong. Plenty more where that came from."