xp_logs | Catseye and Jean-Paul, Saturday night

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Jean-Paul makes a poor impression on Catseye.

After a midnight hunt and prowl, Catseye patrolled the grounds of the mansion to make sure that there were no intruders and that everything was as it was supposed to be. Satisfied that her humans were safe, she took the mouse she'd been saving for a bedtime snack in her mouth and headed back towards the big house, noticing that the new teacher's window was open. Intrigued, she leapt nimbly up onto the sill. Whiskers twitching, the purple cat decided to see if he was cozy and warm, jumping down into the room and onto the bed, putting the mouse beside her and snuggling up against the sleeping man's side.

The new human was definitely warm, warm enough that he should have been feverish, but he appeared to be sleeping comfortably. The addition of two new, fuzzy bodies to the bed didn't seem to faze him much, only earning Catseye a little nudge and a mouthful of mumbled words. Most of them were in another language, but they were trailed by the name "Daphine".

Mmmmm, warm. Pleased, Catseye left the mouse corpse next to the sleeping teacher and and crawled up onto his chest, kneading her claws into his torso as she attempted to get comfortable.

Jean-Paul woke with a grimace, then startled at the creature on his chest, sitting up abruptly before squinting down at the bundle of indistinct fur in the dark. "I don't believe in ghosts," he muttered blearily, rubbing a hand back through his hair.

"Mrrrrrrrrrt?" Catseye is not a ghost, sillywarmman! Catseye is a cat! She pawed at his chest, then rubbed her cheek against his chest. Pet the cat now, please. Not sleeping means cat petting time.

Jean-Paul blinked for a moment, trying to regain some sense of where -- and when -- he was, reaching down to stroke the soft back out of reflex. "I'm guessing you found the the window?"

Catseye began to purr loudly, kneading her paws on the teacher's chest again, claws in this time. Skritch the cat's head now, please. Between the ears please. "Mrrrrrrrrrow." Catseye likes the open window. It was very nice. "Mrrt?" How come SillyWarmMan thought Catseye was a ghost?

Jean-Paul sighed and flopped back onto the bed. "You belong to one of the students, I suppose." After a moment, he rolled carefully onto his side and reached for the lamp. "With any luck, you'll have a collar..." The light clicked on. Purple cat. Memory clicked in Jean-Paul's sleep-fuzzed head. "...or...something."

With an un cat-like snort Catseye sat up and shifted into girlform, a six foot-tall girl now straddling his chest. "Catseye does have a collar. BrainyButtBoy made it for Catseye. But Catseye not belong to anyone! Catseye belongs to Catseye!"

A moment later, Catseye belonged to the floor. It was not a gentle trip. "Mademoiselle Smith, this is not appropriate!" Jean-Paul snapped. He wrapped his sheets (mouse and all) around his waist sarong-style and stormed off to find a robe. He was not only surprised or annoyed, he seemed genuinely furious. A sudden, thunderous spate of joual cursing from the next room let Catseye know that the new teacher had found her catch.

The purple-haired girl let out a cat-like yowl as she was dumped on the floor, and she lay stunned for a moment as the teacher stormed off. Well. She hadn't had this reaction in some time. Why were boys so silly? With a slash of her tail, she shifted back into catform since it was quicker if the man decided to throw things at her, then trotted after him. "Mrrt?" Why is WarmShoutyMan shouting?
He finally emerged, holding her kill up by the tail. "If you want to have a conversation with me, then do so. I'm not going to play guessing games."

Catseye didn't want to have a conversation. She wanted to nap! Entwining herself around JP's legs once, she bounded back onto the bed and sat down in the warm spot he'd vacated. "Mrow?"

Jean-Paul tossed the mouse out of the window with an irritated flick of his wrist and closed it firmly. "No. Absolutely not. My bed."

Following his movements with amusement, Catseye wondered if he knew that by closing the window he'd actually suceeded in keeping her stuck in the room rather than discouraging her to leave it. Unless she shifted again and used the door. But she wasn't about to give up that easily. "Mrrt." All the beds belong to Catseye. She pawed the mattress to make her point, then stood up, arching her back as an invitation for him to come pet her.

Jean-Paul gave her a single, unimpressed glare then strode forward to scoop the cat up. "I've lived with far too many cats for that to work, mam'selle. I am immune to cute."

In a last attempt to win him over, she nuzzled his cheek with her head, adding a purr for effect. "Mew?" Her tail reached up to touch his ear. Catseye likes WarmShoutyMan's pointy ears.

WarmShoutyMan had a heart made of stone. He opened the door with his free hand and set Catseye in the hall. "Casse-toi!" The door thumped shut behind her.

Not one to give up quietly, Catseye rammed the door with her shoulder and let out a long yowl. MeanPointyEars does not understand! All the beds belong to Catseye! She contemplated going back outside to find her snack and curl up with Kyle or Angel or Dani, but decided that it would be much more fun to sit outside JP's door and yowl until he let her back in, all night if that was what it took for her to have her way. After giving the door another bodycheck she settled down into a relaxed crouch position along the doorway to get comfortable and started to yowl piteously.