Log: Sarah and Catseye, Backdated to Thursday Night

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Catseye visits Sarah for a bedtime story. Backdated to Thursday Night.


Sarah had left her window open again. It might have been easier for Catseye to enter her room by knocking on the door with her tail, since their rooms were adjacent, but she was enjoying the fact that Sarah didn't know she was actually human because it meant she could nap with the other girl without having to face Sarah's discomfort, and she didn't want to tip the other girl off that she lived next door. It was possible that Sarah wouldn't even mind napping with Catseye after learning of her mutation, since Catseye knew many people at the mansion who had no problem with her shifting, but she didn't want to take that chance tonight.

So she climbed in through the window, perching on the sill and uttering a plaintive "mrrrrrrrrrow?"

The brunette girl looked up from where she was detangling several cords that had managed to knot themselves - with or without herself - into a ball of wires. "Hey, kitty. I'd say look what the cat dragged in but I don't think that quite works." Which was fine with Sarah as the last time this particulate feline and carted something in, it had been alive. "What are you up to, hmm? Come to visit me?" she asked, wiggling her fingers at the animal when she dropped the mess back into her lap.

Catseye deposited the book she'd been carrying with her tail in Sarah's lap on top of the wires, but began tugging at the wires from under the book with a claw, intrigued by the stringy-ness of them.

"Nuh uh," Sarah said, pulling the wires away from her purple visitor. "I'm trying to salavage those earbuds if I can," she sighed, tugging them out of the cat's reach before putting the jumbled mess on her bedside table then flopping onto her back, arms outstretched for the animal to join her. "Come're kittykitty. You want me to scratch behind your ears?"

The cat looked at Sarah with an expression that clearly stated 'are you slow?' and pawed at the book she'd dumped into Sarah's lap. "Mrrrrow!" Catseye wants New Girl to read to her, nyah! With Jean-Paul still unable to receive visitors, she'd been missing her reading sessions very keenly.

Picking the book up with one hand and wrapping her other arm around the cat so not as to smoosh the animal, Sarah rolled onto her stomach so the novel was resting on her pillows. Fingers twitched against the purple feline's head as the technopath looked at the front cover. "Hmm. I don't think I've read this one before," she mused aloud and flipped it open to the first page.

"Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!" Catseye responded happily, licking Sarah's cheek. She'd brought along Ratha's Creature, her favourite book of the ones she'd read so far. She was eager to read something new, but new books tended to warrant a dictionary and a lot of questions, and for tonight Catseye just wanted to be a cat. Putting a paw on the bookmark where she'd left off when she'd been trying to distract herself from thinking about Jean-Paul being hurt by reading to herself, the cat began purring.

The young technopath's nose wrinkled when the cat's sandpaper tongue licked her skin but she laughed and scratched behind the feline's ears a bit more before settling into a rhythmic pet that was interrupted only by page turning. "You know, I'm not gonna understand this if I start in the middle," Sarah laughed more to herself than to her guest, flipping to the spot marked and pawed at before starting to read.

Hmm. She did have a point. Catseye nearly shifted so she could explain the plot, but she wanted to avoid the fallout that always came when new people realized what she really was, for a little while longer. Instead, she used her tail to flip the book closed on Sarah, then reopen it from the start.

Sarah moved her fingers quickly to keep them from getting caught in the book. "Okay, then," she chuckled, nuzzling the cat's neck a moment before going back to reading, this time at the beginning of the story.