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[Exactly twenty four hours after R's post, Julie has gone missing. She didn't make it home the night before and there' a valid reason for that.

After leaving Peter's apartment, mildly drunk, she took her time getting home and at exactly midnight, Julie forgot everything about Julie and thought she was nothing more than a fuzzy grey kitten.

Said kitten is now busy growling at the device, batting it with a paw and running off with it's tail straight up and it's fur on end when it reacts.

At least she's not focused on R eating Perry anymore. She just wants to play with the Noisy Growly thing.]

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[It's late when he leaves the casino, but then, it always is. He's headed home, mind on other things, certainly not paying as close of attention to where he's going as he should be, when he nearly trips over the device on the ground.

Strange. Someone must have dropped it. Maybe he'll just pick it up and take it back to its rightful owner, if he can find them. He hasn't even noticed the kitten yet.]

[HEY EXCUSE YOU THAT'S HERS! There is now a small, whitish grey kitten with big blue eyes trying to grab that from your hand and hang on for dear life.

With a plaintive mew when she can't reach it anymore.]

[Oh. That's unexpected. The kitten seems kind of attached to the device, actually. Maybe the kitten belongs to whoever owns the device. He's about to walk away, but he just can't resist bending down to pat the kitten on the head a little awkwardly. Affection isn't his strong suit, but that little noise the kitten made was pretty cute.]

[Have another one, a little louder as she headbutts his hand. That is very nice, please don't stop. There's now a very tiny paw gently batting the cuff of his suit and another mew, just for good measure.

Take her home, y/y?]

[He's not entirely sure what to do here. The kitten seems pretty small to be wandering around by itself, but then, he doesn't know a whole lot about cats, other than the strays he'd seen as a kid growing up and the ones he sees around New York as an adult. This one doesn't look stray, exactly, but there're no people around, and a kitten this small could easily get hurt out on the street like this.

So really, what choice does he have but to very gingerly pick up the kitten and hold it up, inspecting it curiously. That doesn't tell him a whole lot, but it verifies that, yes, up close, it's still definitely extremely cute.]

[Julie's fine with this, back legs flailing slightly but she settles a moment later. She's purring quite loudly, too. Clearly he's doing something right. So she sort of reaches her paws out to him, not entirely sure why.

She just knows she likes him.]

[Purring is a good sign, right? He may never have had pets before, but he knows that much. Usually, when they're purring, they're probably not going to attack. Which means he feels slightly better about bringing the kitten a little closer and scratching it under the chin.]

Hi.

[Okay, talking to a cat is ridiculous. He has to look around to make sure nobody's watching, but it's late, and the streets are pretty deserted.]

[A tiny mew means hi, right?

Of course it does. And...oh..chin scratchings send help Julie can't think anymore. Her eyes close and the purring gets louder. She tries to curl herself against Meyer.

Meyer, the cat is yours.]

[What little heart he has is now melting, so there's only one thing to do, right? Yep, the kitten is now his. Nobody'll mind, since it's not like the owner was around anyway. Besides, maybe the kitten's hungry. He'll just see if she'll curl up into a little ball in his suit pocket before he starts walking home. She's small enough.]

[Julie Grigio; Cure for zombies and cold tiny hearts.

She has no clue what to make of the damn pocket at first but, yes, she is in fact small enough to fit. There's a tiny kitten face and a paw poking out. She might be asleep in a few minutes. It's cozy in there.]

[By the time he gets home, he's almost used to having a kitten in his pocket, so when he takes off his jacket, he makes sure to very carefully take the sleeping kitten out of it first, and set her down on the kitchen table as he starts poking around to figure out what the hell he's going to have for dinner. Working strange hours means eating at strange hours, after all.]

[Julie wakes up halfway through him cooking and goes to investigate.

She's a nice cat, so there's no winding of herself around his feet. Just several failed attempts at getting on the counter to see what he's doing.

Plus, that smells good.]

[How polite of her not to try to trip him -- and then it occurs to him that maybe she's hungry. Who knows how long she'd been outside, anyway? He's not sure he can feed the cat spaghetti, though. There's still some meat left over from making the sauce, and he figures that'll have to do for now.

He grabs a bowl from a shelf and puts some of the meat into it, then sticks the bowl on the floor. Cats are carnivores, right?]

There you go, Ketsele.

[Ah, talking to a cat again. And this time, he seems to have even named her. Not a very imaginative name, to be fair, but still. It's something.]

[She meows again, purring loudly as she sniffs the food. This works for her and she takes a few bites.

Awkwardly. The bowl doesn't want to hold still for her. It keeps moving and she keeps chasing it until she finally has it in a corner. Score one for Ketsele.

..she may have to actually get halfway into the bowl to get the last bit. Help?]

[He can't help but laugh at her antics, the way she chases her bowl into the corner, and finally, when he sees that she can't get the last bit, he bends down and picks up the last bite of food, holding it out to her. Really, he can't believe he's doing this, but there's nobody to see him but the cat.]

[Meyer, did you see that bowl? That bowl was being r u d e. She's careful about taking the food. Well, as careful as paws wrapped around his fingers can be. There might be a faint claw or two which she will apologize about soon.]

[She's being careful enough for him to pat her head and scratch under her chin, and then take his plate to the table. She can frolic around while he eats, but he hopes she'll settle down at some point, too. Of course, sitting at the table, that leaves his lap wide open for being jumped on.]

[Dude. Dude, did you know that there are things hanging from your fork? Things that must be investigated.

This means a well timed pounce that she spends at least a minute gearing up for. There are wiggles and false starts and loud mews before she actually launches off the table at the spaghetti noodle!

...only to miss by a lot and fall into his lap.

Well, fuck.]

[He's sure glad he's alone right now, because laughing this hard at the tiny cat that just fell into his lap is anything but dignified, and it really doesn't suit his image as a guy who never has fun.

Very carefully, he pats her on the head, and resists the urge to dangle more noodles in her face. She can stay on his lap, and he can pretend that he doesn't find it endearing. He wonders, vaguely, if she'll let him get any sleep tonight.]

[When Meyer inevitably brings the kitten to the casino Theo's rats go and investigate. They're not the smartest things in the world ... having started from rats and then moved down to undead rats... but through Theo's powers they have a sort of sense of curiosity. Kittens are curious.]

[They're just lucky she's had something to eat. Probably casino food which can't really be good for kittens. So there's some investigative poking, mewing at and the ever popular fail!pounce-and-run.

They're playthings, right?]

[Jasper manages to get away, but he's the smarter of the pair. She gets Jake however and bits of him go squish and start to leak.]

[Oh god, what? She sniffs it and finds she doesn't approve, a swift shake of her head because ew. What was that?

So now there's more tentative sniffing of the oozing thing. And another very gentle poke.]

[That would be zombie rat insides. Jake squirms a bit helplessly and sends out a zombie rat shriek. Theo comes over to investigate and then laughs.]

[Insides should stay insides, though.

The new human gets a curious mew before she's sniffing his shoes. He smells like the rats. Why?]

You must be Ketsele. Hi there. You're not afraid of me?

[Jake squirms free and crawls up his leg. He kneels down to let her get a better sniff.]

[Nope. You don't smell as bad as the dead rats.

Plus, you have a hanging thread on your pants she finds interesting. So she'll attack that, now.]

[Cats don't seem to mind necromancers. Probably because they're cats. Theo tickles her ears as she plays with the string.]

You're a lot nicer than Trever's kittens.

[Jake crawls away to hide under a table.]

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