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[wouldnotkindly]

[It seems that Jack has suffered the full brunt of this curse, what with the scratches plainly visible on his face and hands — not to mention the four or five cats currently on and surrounding him, some meowing for attention, others purring, but all looking fairly content.]

So... Uh. [He looks somewhat sheepishly into the camera.] Does anyone know if there's an animal shelter here? Or, uh... Is anyone looking for a pet cat? They all just kind of followed me home, but...well, I can't keep all of them. [Even if he looks like he would rather like to.]

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[wouldnotkindly]

[He's still absently petting the cat in his arms as he speaks.] I guess you're right... We had cats in the barn where I grew up, but we never really called them pets. They took care of themselves pretty well.

[And he pauses.] Never liked me much, either. [He can't remember a time when they ever did.]

[oceantrauma]

But that one likes you.

Not that you have to do it. Just if you want to after all, and that one might not leave you if it gets attached.... Then this is something you could do.

[wouldnotkindly]

You think so? [He honestly can't tell for himself.]

I guess... It might not hurt.

[Even though there's some sense in the back of his mind that's telling him only the exact opposite is true, one that feels totally irrational, that he can't quite pin down the source of, but unsettles him nevertheless.]

[oceantrauma]

Yes. It looks very pleased right now.

And if it doesn't like living with you after all, as long as the window is open, it can just not go back.