log [Nathan, Catseye] You need a nap...

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Catseye continues her quest to lay ownership to every human being in the mansion. The barn was acquired on the day of her arrival, so no contest there.



Gazebo. He liked the gazebo. The gazebo had been his refuge, more than once. It wasn't as if it was far enough from the mansion to actually get away from it all, but there was enough distance that he could pretend.

Nathan stretched out on his back on the bench with a groan, staring up at the beams of the roof. It was freezing out here. Felt like it was going to snow. The chill should be clearing his head. Anytime now, really...

"Mrr?" The low, curious sound was soon followed by a furry, purple head popping up besides his hand on the arm of the chair, one paw lightly patting at his hand. "Mrreow?" Tilting her head to the side, Catseye observed the human who had made that very grumpy post, a touch of curiosity lighting up her eyes. "Mrr!"

Nathan nearly jumped out of his skin as the light touch snapped him out of a restless doze. "What--oh," he muttered, sitting up as he saw the purple cat sitting beside the bench. "Hi. Sharon--Catseye, I mean." Her thought patterns were--odd. Not nearly as pushy as everyone else's, at least.

"Mrrple." She flicked an ear at him in greeting, sitting just a bit taller with that really nice arch to her back. The one that made people pet her automatically, because there was a cat's back and that's what people did when cats said 'pet me' that way. Tired. Catseye looked him over contemplatively - he even smelled tired, and she patted his hand again pensively. Tired people were good for naps.

Nathan reached out automatically to pet her, because that was what you did with cats, before he remembered that this was a student. He hesitated, then did it anyway. This was a student who preferred to think of herself as a cat, and a pat on the head was not improper teacherly behaviour. Right?

An approving purr greeted the gesture, Catseye closing her eyes and leaning into his hand. He was tired and she wanted a person to nap on. And it was cold outside. She was doing him a favor, really, no doubt about it. She edged a bit closer then rose to her hind feet, front paws resting on his leg, framing either side of her face in a time honored expression. Pick me up. You know you want to.

Nathan, somewhat tentatively, reached down and picked her up. Lighter than he'd expected, given that she shapeshifted into a girl. He set her on the bench beside him, unable to help another pat. "You out exploring the grounds again?" he murmured. "Probably better to do that than scare the boys by sleeping with them..." That was funnier than it should have been.

Catseye preened a little, whiskers arching forward in appreciation at the pat. There was something mellower about his smell - that was good. "Mrreow!" The boys were warm and comfy, as was Rahne for that matter. Of course she would sleep with them. He looked comfy himself, but not so warm. That could be fixed though. She leaned against his side a bit, rubbing her cheek against his knuckles. Mine. Keep petting the cat. It'll make you feel better. You know it will.

"You came to a very crazy sort of place, you know," Nathan told her, petting her almost automatically. "I think you have the right idea, spending so much time outside. Room enough for me out here, do you think?"

People thought cats didn't understand when they spoke to them. "Mrrr." It was easy to sidle just a little bit more into place, turning around fussily before resting her chin on his chest along with one paw. Outside is good. But cold. Keep petting. It's good for you. Catseye blinked at him slowly, purple eyes observing him calmly, the purring starting up again lowly.

"You're a lot more devious than you're letting on," Nathan said with a sigh, staring down into her purple eyes. "That's okay, though. I like devious little girls. And cats." He didn't stop petting her.

Yes, she was keeping this one. So many humans here were worth keeping. It was a nice thought. Not like back in the city when she lived with the other cats, in the streets. She inched a  bit more onto him, still purring, a small cat's smile on her face. You need sleep. The half-lidded lazy look was the best to get that message through, usually.

"I probably shouldn't try and sleep out here," Nathan told her, not precisely sure what he was responding to. "Getting a little cold for that. But I really don't want to go back in there."

Just a little bit more. There, that was reasonable. Catseye pondered his dilemma for a moment, and then her head turned slowly to look at the barn, barely visible from the gazebo. The barn is nice and warm. Good mousies too.  Fat and juicy. She stretched out a bit, changing to that purr, the one that made everyone feel good.

"I'm not big on mice," Nathan murmured. "But the barn... I could do that." Horses weren't loud. In fact, their thought-patterns were almost comforting. Maybe he could close his eyes and pretend he was back in Kazakhstan. That would be nice. "I think that sounds like a very good idea," he told her.

"Mrr." Of course it did. Catseye was a cat. Cats always knew best. She'd even let him carry her, she decided, and keep him warm until they reached the barn. That was good of her and her whiskers flicked upward briefly in satisfaction. Go sleep now. Catseye maybe hunt mousies. He could do with a few mousies, she decided.

Nathan picked her up and stood, heading towards the barn. "I've slept in hay before," he murmured, heading out across the back lawn. "Pretty comfortable, as far as beds go."

Hay was comfortable. And it hid many mousies, which was a nice perk. And the barn was nice and warm in the hayloft. Hay has mousies. Maybe she'd snack a bit before napping. The hunting here was good, much better than it had been in the city. Nice, warm, toasty hay. Her tail flicked lazily as he walked towards the barn, Catseye eyeing the grounds with apparent idleness.

The barn was much warmer than outside. Nathan glanced up at the hayloft, then at the cat in his arms, and then shrugged, levitating himself upwards.

The lavender cat's eyes went as round as saucers at that, a distinct giddy sort of glee taking over her thoughts. Eeeee! Flying! Catseye is flying! They weren't going high at all but the fact that they were flying was all she could think of, peeking over his shoulder intently to see the floor move away, and then up to see the hayloft get nearer. FUN!

"You like that?" Nathan said with a smile, lowering them lightly to the hayloft. "I should take you for a real flight sometime." He glanced back over his shoulder, at the lower level, and spotted a horse blanket. "Just in case it gets colder in here," he said, levitating it upwards as well.

FUN! Funfunfunfunfun!He was a good and clever human being - almost as smart as a cat - and he could fly. Catseye was keeping him and never giving him back. Except, maybe, for fresh tuna. Or lox. Temporarily - and then she'd claim him back. And she was definitely hunting mousies now, because he deserved a token of appreciation.

Nathan blinked as she jumped lightly down from his arms and went bounding off into the hay. "Happy hunting," he called softly, and turned to grab the horse blanket as it floated to within reach. It took him roughly thirty seconds flat to make himself a very comfortable little nest in the hay. This really was much, much better than the empty bed in the house.