xp_logs | Cateyes and Morgan

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Morgan wakes up when she encounters a nose full of fur and finds that things really do get weirder around the mansion.

Morgan was the type of girl who sprawled a bit when she slept alone. One leg was hanging off the bed while her head rested pillowed on her arms, one of which was on top of the actual pillow with the other hidden beneath it. Her dreams had been filled with blurred images of naked bodies, desert and blood up until the sudden appearance of a jaguar in them. There was a deep, rumbling sound near her head and her dreams morphed into a dense jungle so thick with tall trees that the light streamed through them and filled the area with a faint green hue. Turning her head, Morgan wrinkled her nose. There was something soft and warm. It tickled her nose and Morgan tried to rub her nose against her arm to alleviate the itch but she got fur up her nose instead.

The fur suffocation startled Morgan awake and when her eyes shot open in the dark the red irises found a fuzzy, feline body there. "I thought Laurie only had a pig," she grumbled sleepily, trying to remember when Laurie had gotten a cat as well. The light edging around the shade on the window splayed across the cat and Morgan wondered why the hell Laurie would dye her cat purple. "Fucking hippie. Gonna tie dye the thing next week, I bet."

"Mrrow!" Catseye is most certainly NOT a PIG! Indignantly, the lavender feline pawed the blue woman's nose with the padded bottom of her paw, once. And Catseye does not belong to SmellyGirl. Catseye doesn't belong to anyone! She licked at her paw in a self-satisfactory way. Pet the cat now, please, she thought, snuggling in closer.

Morgan's nose wrinkled again when it was pawed by the small feline. "Too fucking early for attack-the-nose games, kitten." Her voice was still thick with sleep and one eye had closed again to leave only one slit open to squint at the cat. She rubbed her nose against the pillow as the cat nuzzled up to her cheek. "Can't you aim for the neck or hop on the back or, I dunno, go find your owner's bed?"

Rolling her eyes in particularly human fashion, Catseye let out a meep of displeasure. Catseye is not a Kitten! Since the mental request hadn't yielded any petting, the cat crawled over the pillow to the blue woman's arm and nudged the hand with her furry head. Petting now, please. This is The Way Things Are.

The nudging finally managed to get Morgan to pet the cat, more on natural instinct than anything else. Morgan wasn't honestly awake enough to think about petting but her hand moved on it's own, petting the cat from her head down her spine a few times before scratching lightly under her chin. Soon, though, her hand got tired as her eye dropped closed and she started to drift off to sleep again.

"Mrrt?" Why had the petting stopped? It's not sleeping time yet! It's petting time! Pet the cat! Catseye stopped purring abruptly and pawed at the hand, then gave the woman's fingers a lick with her rough tongue.

Morgan's finger twitched and raised in a futile effort to find fur again. When it found nothing it laid back down and she buried her face further into the pillow.

"Pbhhht!" With a lash of her tail, Catseye positioned teeth over the flesh between the woman's thumb and forefinger and bit down.

"Ow!" Red eyes shot open and Morgan glared at the cat. Unceremoniously she grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck. "I like the pig better," she told it through grit teeth as she stood. Her every intention was to carry the cat into Laurie's room and deposit the hippie cat onto Laurie's head.

The cat shifted into her six-foot-tall girl frame, falling to the floor of the room with a thud and jumping back onto her feet to glare at the blue-skinned woman. "Catseye thinks pigs are Silly and anyone who thinks pigs are better than cats is a SillyKitten."

Morgan stopped dead and stared down at the girl who was now on her floor. "When'd we get a fucking girlcat? And why are you biting me? Flippin' bloody psychotic feline chicks."

Catseye rolled her eyes. At least the blue woman hadn't called her 'Kitty'. She'd gotten the 'girlcat' right, even. That was a Good Thing. "Catseye bit because BadMouthBlueWoman was falling asleep instead of petting, and it wasn't sleeping time yet. BadMouthBlueWoman needed to learn about The Way Things Are. The cat gets petted until it is time to sleep. Catseye is not psychotic. And Catseye came back to the mansion after living with BigBrother for two summers because the mansion has more warm beds than BigBrother's apartment."

Was this girl developmentally challenged? Morgan vaguely remembered hearing something about the mansion about a cat being back or something but she hadn't realized it was actually a girl. "Well Bad-Mouth-Blue-Woman was bloody tired and wasn't aware it was Pet-the-Kitty time and Purple-Cat should only demand nocturnal petting of nocturnal people, which Bad-Mouth-Blue-Woman is not. Aye, if you waited two flippin' hours you could've had all the petting you wanted." And why am I sounding like an idiot and saying shit like Bad-Mouth-Blue-Woman? It was probably because she thought Catseye was possibly an idiot with the comprehension of a four year old and if she used bigger words or her own name the purple-haired former cat would get confused.

With a distinct 'I-know-you're-making-fun-of-me' look, Catseye crossed her arms over her chest and decided she would be benevolent towards the blue woman. "Catseye is sorry she made GrowlyBlueWoman get out of bed. GrowlyBlueWoman can go back to bed now." But before the other female could move, Catseye shifted back into cat form, leapt back onto the bed, and crouched down over the Warm Spot Morgan's ass had vacated. It was the cat's spot now.

Morgan narrowed her eyes at the purple feline. God, she wondered if it was going to be possible to think of this chick as, well, a girl. She was all feline pet-me-or-die so it detracted from the human thing a lot. Slinking back to the bed she picked up the cat and laid back down. "Learn to share, kitten." Depositing the cat a few inches away from where it had been, Morgan curled up on her side around the cat so there was a purple ball nestled against her stomach. "You can get petting in the morning," she informed the cat as if it were a person and yawned. It was easy to hear that while Morgan talked to the girlcat like she was an idiot she spoke to the actual cat form as if it were an intelligent being.

Well, this was more like it! The petting wasn't even that important to Catseye right now. It was a victory just to not be chucked out of the bed at this point. And she appreciated the KeepingTheCatWarm technique Morgan was using. Catseye is NOT a KITTEN, she grumped with a yowl, poking the woman in the stomach with her paw. She wouldn't reward her new bedmate with any purring until there was petting, but at least the blue woman seemed to have a better understanding now of The Way Things Are than she had when Catseye had first come in.