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[diastereomer]

[ This is probably the only time Yusuf will use his device for its intended purpose- barring curses that make him make an arse of himself over the network. Thankfully, it is not his turn. We'll just leave that to Rhada the cat.

It would appear that Yusuf is trying to show the network the back of their couch until he angles it toward the floor and there is Rhada, playing with a hat like it was brought into the house solely for her enjoyment. ]



[ Yusuf's laughter can be heard in the background as Rhada gets the fabulous idea to try and eat the hat. ]



You my dear, are going to be in trouble when Arthur gets back. [ Surprisingly, Rhada seems to recognize that name ( The One Who Tried To Bathe Me ) and releases the hat to flop over and give Yusuf a look. ]

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[diastereomer]

Already have, my friend. She just keeps coming back to it.

[
DID THE FATMAN SAY SPRAY BOTTLE??

But, her worry is short lived when no one goes to move. ]

Her feline vengeance will not be curbed.

[signatures]

Perhaps we could take it away from her and hang it up proper, hm?

[ EYE. ]

[diastereomer]

You can put your hand in there if you like.

[ Man vs Feline. Always funny for Yusuf, not always fruitful for Eames. ]

She managed to get it out of you guys' closet- top shelf.

[signatures]

How? I thought she was too large to jump so high, now.

[ Eames crouches by her, petting her head and back in an attempt to distract her to take the hat back. ]

[diastereomer]

Innate craftiness? I honestly have no idea.

[ At the very least she's stopped trying to maul the hat, attempting a swipe at Eames until she realizes he's just petting her. Her eyes close a little, paw slowly relaxing back to a less agressive position. ]

[signatures]

[ He wriggles a finger under her pudgy chin to scratch the white fur there as he deftly tugs the hat from her grip. He pulls out the drawstring from his sweats, danging that in front of her instead. ]

I'd suggest putting her on a diet, but it doesn't seem to be inhibiting her any.

[diastereomer]

Putting her on a diet might not bode well for your closet, if this is any indication.

[ Though, Eames and Rhada have a distinct relationship that might save some of his things from her wrath. Apparently too enraptured by the string to think strategically, Rhada just lies on her back, tummy exposed and claws at the swinging braided piece of cloth. ]

[signatures]

As long as she doesn't start pissing it it, I'll be satisfied.

[ He drags the string across her face and down her belly. ]

How was your time here, during the glass?