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[captainkink]

Look what I got!

Comments

[captainkink]

Try scratching her behind the ears.

[trickor]

[eyes doubtfully... but does]

[captainkink]

[ Night purrs and Jim grins ]

See?

[trickor]

...Ah.

[keeps doing it]

[captainkink]

She likes you.

[trickor]

She doesn't know any better.

[captainkink]

Loki, she's a cat.

[trickor]

Exactly. There's no accounting for taste.

[captainkink]

You are not using a cat to prove your self-loathing issues right now, okay, you just don't.

Now shush and let the cat love you.

[trickor]

Did you just tell me to "shush".

[captainkink]

Yes, I told you to shush. You were getting ridiculous.

[trickor]

I am never ridiculous.

[captainkink]

You were judging a cat on its taste, Loki.

[trickor]

Surely it's intelligent enough to have its own opinions.

[captainkink]

Iiii doubt that.

[trickor]

Ah.

Well. Perhaps it could be taught.

[captainkink]

What.

[trickor]

Intelligence.

[captainkink]

. . . What??

[trickor]

There's no need for such incredulity. I'm not asking it to be able to read.

[captainkink]

Thank god for small fucking mercies.

[trickor]

[rolls his eyes and pokes the kitten's nose]

[captainkink]

[ he chuckles at that ]

[trickor]

What will she eat, and how often?

[captainkink]

Cat food, fish, milk. Probably three times a day.