accidental video:

[grigio]

[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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[recognize_an_opportunity]

[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.]

Re: Action

[grigio]

[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.]

Re: Action

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[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.]

Re: Action

[grigio]

[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.]

Re: Action

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[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.]