Log: Cammie and Catseye

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Catseye smells something strange and seeks it out, finding out that it was Cammie, then the two talk about naps and food.

The smell from the medlab was very strange, and Catseye needed to investigate this strangeness. It was a chemical smell she was unfamiliar with. There was an almost... animalistic, organic whiff to it. Very very odd. Whiskers back, tail twitching, the purple cat stood on her hind legs and used her tail to open the medlab door, sneaking (or so she thought) past the caretakers and following her nose to another room, opening and closing the other door and pausing cautiously. She'd found the cause of the smell. And it was a person! A girl with green hair! "Mrrt?" she said curiously, taking a single step closer to the bed but keeping her distance in case the girl that was making the badsmell was mean.

Cammie looked around at the sound and down to see... a purple cat. Okay, that was high up on the list of Odd Things, but there wasn't any law that said that people had the monopoly on mutations of coloring. Or it could be someone here was strange enough to take time to dye a cat's fur, "Hey there," she said, looking at the animal. As a general rule, she liked animals. As long as they didn't scratch her, bite her (and then die) and/or take off with her food. The last which didn't happen that often when you ate things most animals wouldn't touch. "Whose cat are you?" she asked.

At the kind words, Catseye inched forward, still mildly cautious. She jumped onto the end of the bed, eying the girl and sniffing. Then, she shifted into girlform. "Catseye is nobody's cat," she said with a smile. "Hello. Are you sick?"

Oh, that explained it. If she did live here, one idea of hers that she'd have to get over quickly was the idea that her mutation was one of the strangest things out there. Before this, she had only heard of shape shifters. Of course, it wasn't like you'd know when you ran across them. "Um... no, I'm not. Not really. I was hurt though, which is why I'm here."

Catseye cocked her head animalistically and inched closer to the girl, still sniffing. "GreenHairGirl smells funny. From being hurt? Does Catseye smell medicine? Doesn't smell like any medicine Catseye has smelled before. How did GreenHairGirl get hurt?"

Cammie didn't make any sudden movements, just since Catseye moved more like a cat than a person and the last thing Cammie needed (or wanted) was more holes on her. She also had to figure out if the way the girl talked was because she wasn't all there in the head or if English wasn't her first language. She had learned early on that not speaking normally didn't automatically make you a moron.

She had the scars from that misunderstanding to prove it.

"Well, I got in a fight and the other guy had a knife," she explained simply. "I think you might be smelling my blood. It's not normal."

"NotNormal how?" Catseye inquired, cocking her head the other way. "NotNormal like chemicals? Catseye smells almost chemicals, but not?" It was confusing. "StrangeBloodGirl should know getting in fights is a BadThing. Catseye used to get into fights before Catseye came to the mansion, when Catseye lived in alleys. Fighting for food, good napping spots. Was that what StrangeBloodGirl was fighting about?"

"Yeah, kinda like chemicals, I guess," Cammie said. "All I really know is it's black and it smells bad," she said, still watching the purple haired cat-girl. She had to stifle a chuckle at that. It was like something out of a bad Anime. "Well... long story short, the guys I fought thought I took something of theirs," she said. Dumb-ass hicks. They caused all that trouble and she didn't even have any of their wallets. Not that any of them likely had much money anyway.

"Something shiny?" she asked, eyes widening. "Can Catseye touch StrangeBloodGirl's skin? Can StrangeBloodGirl hurt Catseye?" She'd learned that it was always good to ask at the mansion before getting too curious.

"No, nothing shiny. I didn't have anything of theirs," she said. She was not the Only Thief in Texas. "Just don't touch my left arm, my left arm can hurt people if I'm not careful."

Nodding, Catseye touched a fingertip to the girl's forearm, lightly. "Is BlackBloodGirl going away when she is not hurt anymore?" she asked, poking Cammie's arm in various places, then reaching out to feel her hair. "Catseye likes BlackBloodGirl's pretty hair, and Catseye does not think the smell is yucky anymore." She wasn't even noticing it anymore, actually. "If BlackBloodGirl lets purple cats-not girlCatseye, just catCatseye-" she corrected, since that had caused problems recently- "share her bed for naps then Catseye thinks BlackBloodGirl should stay at the mansion and maybe BlackBloodGirl can learn so her arm doesn't hurt people anymore?"

It took a moment to translate that into something she could understand, "I was thinking about staying," she said simply. "So yeah, if I end up staying, when you're a cat you can take naps in whatever bed I end up in. As long as it doesn't make you feel sick."

"Catseye will not feel sick," she assured the girl. "The smell is not yucky anymore. Does BlackBloodGirl want a pastrami sandwich? Or Catseye can make chicken or venison or leafygreenstuff salad, or bring BlackBloodGirl water or medicine?"

"Oh no, I'm okay," Cammie said. All this food would've been great if she could taste any of it. But even so, it was still overwhelming. "I eat things that make most people sick," she explained.

Catseye nodded in acquiescence and crossed her legs on the bed, settling in. "Things like bugs and birds with feathers and vermins and things from garbage cans like Catseye used to eat before Catseye came to the mansion?"

"Well... kind of, but not really," Cammie said, letting the girl settle in and still not moving. There was something too surreal about it to sent her packing, and and even like this the girl's manner seemed cat like. Back after she had run away after a point she did eat things like garbage. It had flavor, but she was never really fond of it.

"Catseye wants to understand," the pleaded, using the tactic Haller had suggested for when she got confused- just be direct, ask people to explain themselves instead of getting upset. "Can BlackBloodGirl make Catseye understand or is it privacy?"

Cammie paused, trying to think of just how to explain it, "No, it's not really private. I mean, it was when I lived at home... let's see... the things I eat and drink, people and animals don't eat or drink because it could kill them or hurt them. Like what you use to clean floors or sinks. Or things that go in cars. Like well, soap, or rat poison" she said, hoping that covered it.

The catgirl's eyes widened. "Maybe that is why BlackBloodGirl's blood is black and she smells like chemicalbutnotchemical?" Concerned, she squirmed nervously on the bed. "Maybe BlackBloodGirl should try pastrami? It is much more yummier than chemicals! Or does BlackBloodGirl think chemicals are yummy? Chemicals do not make BlackBloodGirl sick like humans or animals because of BlackBloodGirl's mutation?"

"I don't get sick from anything," Cammie said with a smile. Okay, this girl was cute. And managed to pull it off without rotting the teeth, "I like the way it tastes. Though if you put Tabasco or other strong spices on things like pastrami then I can taste it." Or horseradish. Or wasabi, by itself. No fish.

"Don't get sick, but can get hurt..." Catseye mused aloud as she processed this. "Catseye has not tried spices on pastrami but Catseye thinks maybe BlackBloodGirl and Catseye should try it together? Can Catseye nap with BlackBloodGirl now?"

"No, I don't get hurt from it either," Cammie said with a twist of the lips. "And sure, if you want to take a nap now." As long as she looked like a cat. Otherwise, it would be just... too weird. But just the way Catseye acted, it was hard to look at her and see a person.

"But other people can hurt BlackBloodGirl," she reasoned, gesturing to the bandage. "Catseye thinks Catseye understands. Catseye always wants to take naps! Especially with WarmPeople." With a smile, she shifted into catform and made her way to Cammie's side, snuggling in against her and curling up, purring.

Cammie took that hint and closed the laptop, which had been open the whole time. "Yeah, I know. That's life, though," she said, petting the cat with her right hand and flopping down on the bed.