Catseye and Sam - Thursday During Classes
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xp_logsCatseye forgets her books, talks with Sam after class, and gets a very particular homework assignment.
As soon as Mister Guthrie announced that class was over, Catseye gleefully shifted from human to cat form. Her plan was to run out of the room as fast as her purple legs would carry her and search out some pastrami and then a sunny spot to nap. With a flick of her tail she jumped down from the chair she'd been sitting on and was at the door before remembering that she was forgetting something. Books! Mine! Gracefully she leapt back onto the chair and tried to wrap her tail around the books. She wasn't a small cat by any means- some of the students had even gone so far as to call her a Maine Coon cat- but the history textbook was still too heavy for her to carry in her current form. With a frown, she shifted back into human and picked up the book.
Sam laughed a bit as he turned around from erasing the board and saw Catseye rushing back in and trying to get her books. "Those could be important." He smiled to her. He had tried to make sure to be inclusive and recognize she was back to help make her feel at home again. He knew how it was, having just recently returned himself as well.
"Catseye thinks so too," the catgirl agreed, grinning at Sam. "Catseye likes reading about history because the book shows how humans do very silly things and sometimes they learn but sometimes they do not. Catseye doesn't think Mr. SplodeyButt's class is as sillystupid as some of Catseye's other classes."
"Thank you, Catseye. Though I imagine if we had a cat history class I think we'd see a similar kind of trend, silly things being done that sometimes are learned from and sometimes aren't." Sam sat back down at his desk, since another class for younger students would be starting in about half an hour.
Catseye cocked her head at Sam's comment, confused. "Cats don't do silly things like the humans in the book," she pointed out indignantly. "Only kittens do silly things and kittens get thwapped so they learn and then they do not do the silly thing anymore. Humans do the same silly things over and over again. Isn't that why Mr. SplodeyButt is teaching history? So that everyone will learn not to do sillystupid things again and again and again?"
"That is why I teach history." Sam nodded "I'd like if you'd come to my office some time during my open hours. I think you'd be interested in doing one of your papers on cat history and I'd like to read that unique perspective." He leaned back in his chair and thought for just a moment. "Maybe you can answer why we had an old farm cat back in Kentucky that used to lightly bite my hands and arms early in the morning. I couldn't do anything to stop her."
"If Mr. SplodeyButt thinks it's okay, Catseye would love to write about cat history!" the girl replied enthusiastically, hugging her history book to her chest and swishing her tail. She giggled over his story about the farm cat. "FarmKitty was teaching SplodeyButt about The Way Things Are. SplodeyButt was supposed to pet FarmKitty because the cat gets petted when she wants to and that is The Way Things Are. Chewing on hair means the same as biting hands," she added sagely, just in case Sam ever wondered.
Sam laughed at The Way things Are, smiling. "I hope to see that in your paper. Also, if you'd like, you can revise that paper throughout the class for credit and maybe we can get it published for you at the end of the year. I bet you have answers for a lot of people."
Catseye smiled at Sam's comment. "Catseye would like to help sillyhumans understand cats better because Catseye thinks that would make cats happy. Talk about The Way Things Are would be good. Did SplodeyButt have lots of cats at home?"
"We had a couple." Sam nodded. "They're helpful on a farm for a couple of reasons. We also had a little door for them so they could come and go as they pleased; they were different from most house cats. More independent except when I would go to bed. Then they'd come get more for a good petting."
"Cat doors are a Very Good Thing," Catseye agreed. That was, as long as the cats who lived on the property weren't strong enough to defend their territory from strange cats who could wander in through the door at any hour of the day or night! "FarmKitties sleeping with humans is not usually The Way Things Are," she mused, since Sam had shown interest in cat habits and history earlier. "One FarmKitty, yes, but Catseye thinks that usually FarmKitties all sleep together and don't need humans to keep them warm. But cats like what they like and different cats like different things. SplodeyButt must have been especially warm and comfy."
"I think my powers do make me run a bit warmer then the average person but it was probably how I pet them. People pet house cats softly for a long time. For the farm cats I'd use two hands and pet pretty intensely until they walked off, they'd only take a few steps so that I would stop and then they'd fall asleep right there. I always figured it for some sort of cat massage." Sam thought for a moment, remembering the farm. "We even had one older cat that could compulsively lick something when I scratched at the base of her tail or between her shoulders. Usually she could only get to my nose."
Catseye swished her tail pensively. "Catseye thinks the cat massage sounds like a VeryGoodThing!" She giggled at his comment about the cat licking his nose. "Mr. SplodeyButt should clean his nose better then. Catseye should write that in her essay! Catseye has so many ideas!" With textbook in hand she raced towards the door. "Catseye will go and start now! Mr. SplodeyButt is a very smart teacherperson with extragood ideas!" she called over her shoulder as she ran down the hallway.
As soon as Mister Guthrie announced that class was over, Catseye gleefully shifted from human to cat form. Her plan was to run out of the room as fast as her purple legs would carry her and search out some pastrami and then a sunny spot to nap. With a flick of her tail she jumped down from the chair she'd been sitting on and was at the door before remembering that she was forgetting something. Books! Mine! Gracefully she leapt back onto the chair and tried to wrap her tail around the books. She wasn't a small cat by any means- some of the students had even gone so far as to call her a Maine Coon cat- but the history textbook was still too heavy for her to carry in her current form. With a frown, she shifted back into human and picked up the book.
Sam laughed a bit as he turned around from erasing the board and saw Catseye rushing back in and trying to get her books. "Those could be important." He smiled to her. He had tried to make sure to be inclusive and recognize she was back to help make her feel at home again. He knew how it was, having just recently returned himself as well.
"Catseye thinks so too," the catgirl agreed, grinning at Sam. "Catseye likes reading about history because the book shows how humans do very silly things and sometimes they learn but sometimes they do not. Catseye doesn't think Mr. SplodeyButt's class is as sillystupid as some of Catseye's other classes."
"Thank you, Catseye. Though I imagine if we had a cat history class I think we'd see a similar kind of trend, silly things being done that sometimes are learned from and sometimes aren't." Sam sat back down at his desk, since another class for younger students would be starting in about half an hour.
Catseye cocked her head at Sam's comment, confused. "Cats don't do silly things like the humans in the book," she pointed out indignantly. "Only kittens do silly things and kittens get thwapped so they learn and then they do not do the silly thing anymore. Humans do the same silly things over and over again. Isn't that why Mr. SplodeyButt is teaching history? So that everyone will learn not to do sillystupid things again and again and again?"
"That is why I teach history." Sam nodded "I'd like if you'd come to my office some time during my open hours. I think you'd be interested in doing one of your papers on cat history and I'd like to read that unique perspective." He leaned back in his chair and thought for just a moment. "Maybe you can answer why we had an old farm cat back in Kentucky that used to lightly bite my hands and arms early in the morning. I couldn't do anything to stop her."
"If Mr. SplodeyButt thinks it's okay, Catseye would love to write about cat history!" the girl replied enthusiastically, hugging her history book to her chest and swishing her tail. She giggled over his story about the farm cat. "FarmKitty was teaching SplodeyButt about The Way Things Are. SplodeyButt was supposed to pet FarmKitty because the cat gets petted when she wants to and that is The Way Things Are. Chewing on hair means the same as biting hands," she added sagely, just in case Sam ever wondered.
Sam laughed at The Way things Are, smiling. "I hope to see that in your paper. Also, if you'd like, you can revise that paper throughout the class for credit and maybe we can get it published for you at the end of the year. I bet you have answers for a lot of people."
Catseye smiled at Sam's comment. "Catseye would like to help sillyhumans understand cats better because Catseye thinks that would make cats happy. Talk about The Way Things Are would be good. Did SplodeyButt have lots of cats at home?"
"We had a couple." Sam nodded. "They're helpful on a farm for a couple of reasons. We also had a little door for them so they could come and go as they pleased; they were different from most house cats. More independent except when I would go to bed. Then they'd come get more for a good petting."
"Cat doors are a Very Good Thing," Catseye agreed. That was, as long as the cats who lived on the property weren't strong enough to defend their territory from strange cats who could wander in through the door at any hour of the day or night! "FarmKitties sleeping with humans is not usually The Way Things Are," she mused, since Sam had shown interest in cat habits and history earlier. "One FarmKitty, yes, but Catseye thinks that usually FarmKitties all sleep together and don't need humans to keep them warm. But cats like what they like and different cats like different things. SplodeyButt must have been especially warm and comfy."
"I think my powers do make me run a bit warmer then the average person but it was probably how I pet them. People pet house cats softly for a long time. For the farm cats I'd use two hands and pet pretty intensely until they walked off, they'd only take a few steps so that I would stop and then they'd fall asleep right there. I always figured it for some sort of cat massage." Sam thought for a moment, remembering the farm. "We even had one older cat that could compulsively lick something when I scratched at the base of her tail or between her shoulders. Usually she could only get to my nose."
Catseye swished her tail pensively. "Catseye thinks the cat massage sounds like a VeryGoodThing!" She giggled at his comment about the cat licking his nose. "Mr. SplodeyButt should clean his nose better then. Catseye should write that in her essay! Catseye has so many ideas!" With textbook in hand she raced towards the door. "Catseye will go and start now! Mr. SplodeyButt is a very smart teacherperson with extragood ideas!" she called over her shoulder as she ran down the hallway.
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