Scott and Catseye, Monday morning
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xp_logsScott is pounced. Literally.
She had been stalking her prey for days. Hidden under the couch she observed him, eyes narrowed to slits - he had a set routine, which was the fatal flaw for any creature she was hunting. Which meant that today might just be the day. Flexing her paws she prepared herself - bouncing out from behind was the plan, using the coffee table as leverage for the height she'd need to pounce. A mighty huntress, she was. Without a sound she slithered from under the couch as her unsuspecting victim walked by, and unleashed her attack.
Scott would reflect, afterwards, that he had been nicely minding his own business when it happened. He had gone to get his usual morning cup of coffee and a quick breakfast in the main kitchen, then headed in the direction of his office. Those training rotations still weren't finished, after all, and he actually had a stretch of hours between now and his engineering class in which he might actually manage to complete that particular, much-interrupted task, which would be nice because it had been hanging over his head for weeks.
He did not expect the purple cat to come flying at his head.
PRETTY RED LIGHT! MINE! The war cry in its specifics was mostly for Catseye's own benefit, although it did translate into a nicely sounding, if somewhat overly gleeful, sort of yowl. Complete with wildly outstretched paws and mad flailing as she attempted to get the light, and ended up landing smack dab in the middle of Scott's chest, one paw quickly curling around his neck to hang on, the other tapping at the front of his glasses lightly. Pretty!
His coffee cup went flying, of course. Scott barely managed to stay on his feet himself - she was a whole lot heavier than he'd expected - and he automatically caught at her, half-afraid she'd fall. Or claw up the back of his neck trying to hold on. "Sharon--Catseye," he protested, but she apparently took his efforts to support her as encouragement, and started tapping at his glasses with both paws now. "Careful," he said a bit nervously, trying to figure out how to put her down. And whether or not she'd let him. "You knock those off and you might not like what happens."
It was easy to rest one paw right in the middle the glasses while leaning forward, nose nearly pressed to the very enticing red light radiating faintly from... somewhere behind it! "Mrr!" Resting a paw on either of his shoulders Catseye tried to peer behind the glasses, meeping cheerfully - this was a fun game and he was holding her so she didn't need to worry about falling off and the rest light had been bothering her for ages now. Ever since he'd showed up at the shelter to pick her up, with the others. She ended up bracing herself in his grasp, boths paws firmly splayed on his glasses, over his eyes. "Mreow!"
"Sharon--" Why was he trying to hold back laughter? This really wasn't funny. Even if she was awfully cute. Even the scarily cute could accidentally knock his glasses off, and Cain would have his head if he made a hole in the wall. Still. Awfully cute. "You know," he said, grinning helplessly, "I never thought. Shiny red light. Cat. Must have been awfully tempting... have you been stalking me?"
Pretty! Catseye leaned forward, not even minding in the least that he was using that name for her, until she could touch the tip of his nose with her own in greeting before giving him a very small uncatlike and entirely unrepentant nod. And somehow managed not to try and pry off the thing keeping the pretty light away. Because he was making noises about that being bad, although he'd relaxed a lot since she'd first pounced on him, so what she'd been doing up until now was clearly okay. She tried a low purr, carefully patting at the glasses with an utterly enraptured expression. The cat is cute. You know it!
Scott chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes." She seemed to be being careful, too. Interesting. She'd understood his concerns about the glasses? "It's too bad we weren't outside or something. I'd demonstrate where the light comes from." He paused, listening to her purr and trying not to snicker at the way she kept patting his glasses. "You know. If you settle down for a minute or two and let me see where I'm going, we could." Training rotations had waited this long. They could wait a little longer. Besides, this was important - she was a new addition, and he wasn't sure just how much anyone had tried to engage her yet.
The paws on his glasses stilled for a moment, before being reluctantly removed. "Mrr? Mreow!" She couldn't resist one last careful pat at the pretty light and the glasses, before slowly corkscrewing in his arms, stretching out luxuriantly. It meant he had to shift his grip to not drop her but of course he'd do that and that way she could give him the 'oooh, you're a Good Human!' look and pat his chin instead. And then look towards the hallway which lead outside, because if there was more to the red light, Catseye wanted to see it.
Scott cast a sheepish look at the puddle of coffee. Well. He'd come back in promptly and clean that up. "Out we go. After a quick stop at my office." She didn't protest the detour to pick up his visor, even when he had to free a hand to pick it up. In fact, she shifted around a little more to make it easier. Scott was intrigued. As cat-like as she seemed to be most of the time, she was certainly responsive to nuances. Not that cats weren't, generally.
Outside, he set her down, ignoring the small, disappointed meow, and swapped his glasses for his visor. "All right," he said, hunkering down and taking aim at a small rock a few feet away. "Don't be startled." Using a narrow beam, he blasted it.
Catseye didn't start at the sudden blast, though it really did put the whole 'don't move the glasses' thing into perspective. She meeped a bit mournfully (the pretty light blew up things, damn it, and as fascinating as it was that still meant Catseye would be careful about pouncing it).
But.
She walked over to the rubble left behind, sitting down to observe it casually, before resting her paw on a smaller bit of rock. Just a good size to cover with her paw and lift up to inspect just a bit. Catseye wrinkled her nose at the smell, the stone still hot in her paw - and then batted it away back towards Scott innocently, before peeking over her shoulder at him. You want to play with the cat. Now. Because the cat is cute!
Scott laughed and shifted position, blasting the ground just under the rock. It flew upwards, and Catseye bounced after it gleefully, pouncing. "I think I see what this is all about now," Scott said, his severe tone probably ruined by the grin.
Play more! Catseye indulged in a haphazard dash against the rock, sending it bouncing back and forth between her paws agilely before tumbling head over heels to send it right back at Scott. She knew only to well from the way he was tracking the stone that he wanted to. She tucked herself down neatly, hindquarters waggling only a little as she prepared to pounce again as soon as a rock (any rock) was blasted into motion again.
Scott sent it bouncing again, and then, an instant later, another. It was entirely too funny to see Catseye make a last-minute decision that she wanted the second one instead and do one of those gravity-defying feline midair-change-of-directions. "All right," Scott said, still smiling as she landed back on the ground, making happy little noise. "I've shown you my trick. How about you show me how you change shapes? Fair is fair, you know."
Rahne had told her many times that changing like that in front of people was bad - not that it kept Catseye from doing so if she felt like it, but right now, it was just a good excuse as any to be contrary about it. Instead she turned to lick her shoulder absently, the very picture of nonchalance before lazily making her way next to Scott to brush against his leg once in thanks for the game. Seeing the stones bounce around like popcorn had been fun. Almost like watching popcorn explode through the microwave door, which was a game of an entirely different dimension. Not changing. Plaaaaay.
Well, that was a very distinct no. Scott didn't stop smiling, though. He wasn't about to push her - and hell, if she had changed, trust him to have lucked out and Cain come walking up or something. Summers? What are you doing with the naked girl? Trying not to snicker at the mental image, Scott sent a few more rocks flying and watched her chase them.
She had been stalking her prey for days. Hidden under the couch she observed him, eyes narrowed to slits - he had a set routine, which was the fatal flaw for any creature she was hunting. Which meant that today might just be the day. Flexing her paws she prepared herself - bouncing out from behind was the plan, using the coffee table as leverage for the height she'd need to pounce. A mighty huntress, she was. Without a sound she slithered from under the couch as her unsuspecting victim walked by, and unleashed her attack.
Scott would reflect, afterwards, that he had been nicely minding his own business when it happened. He had gone to get his usual morning cup of coffee and a quick breakfast in the main kitchen, then headed in the direction of his office. Those training rotations still weren't finished, after all, and he actually had a stretch of hours between now and his engineering class in which he might actually manage to complete that particular, much-interrupted task, which would be nice because it had been hanging over his head for weeks.
He did not expect the purple cat to come flying at his head.
PRETTY RED LIGHT! MINE! The war cry in its specifics was mostly for Catseye's own benefit, although it did translate into a nicely sounding, if somewhat overly gleeful, sort of yowl. Complete with wildly outstretched paws and mad flailing as she attempted to get the light, and ended up landing smack dab in the middle of Scott's chest, one paw quickly curling around his neck to hang on, the other tapping at the front of his glasses lightly. Pretty!
His coffee cup went flying, of course. Scott barely managed to stay on his feet himself - she was a whole lot heavier than he'd expected - and he automatically caught at her, half-afraid she'd fall. Or claw up the back of his neck trying to hold on. "Sharon--Catseye," he protested, but she apparently took his efforts to support her as encouragement, and started tapping at his glasses with both paws now. "Careful," he said a bit nervously, trying to figure out how to put her down. And whether or not she'd let him. "You knock those off and you might not like what happens."
It was easy to rest one paw right in the middle the glasses while leaning forward, nose nearly pressed to the very enticing red light radiating faintly from... somewhere behind it! "Mrr!" Resting a paw on either of his shoulders Catseye tried to peer behind the glasses, meeping cheerfully - this was a fun game and he was holding her so she didn't need to worry about falling off and the rest light had been bothering her for ages now. Ever since he'd showed up at the shelter to pick her up, with the others. She ended up bracing herself in his grasp, boths paws firmly splayed on his glasses, over his eyes. "Mreow!"
"Sharon--" Why was he trying to hold back laughter? This really wasn't funny. Even if she was awfully cute. Even the scarily cute could accidentally knock his glasses off, and Cain would have his head if he made a hole in the wall. Still. Awfully cute. "You know," he said, grinning helplessly, "I never thought. Shiny red light. Cat. Must have been awfully tempting... have you been stalking me?"
Pretty! Catseye leaned forward, not even minding in the least that he was using that name for her, until she could touch the tip of his nose with her own in greeting before giving him a very small uncatlike and entirely unrepentant nod. And somehow managed not to try and pry off the thing keeping the pretty light away. Because he was making noises about that being bad, although he'd relaxed a lot since she'd first pounced on him, so what she'd been doing up until now was clearly okay. She tried a low purr, carefully patting at the glasses with an utterly enraptured expression. The cat is cute. You know it!
Scott chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes." She seemed to be being careful, too. Interesting. She'd understood his concerns about the glasses? "It's too bad we weren't outside or something. I'd demonstrate where the light comes from." He paused, listening to her purr and trying not to snicker at the way she kept patting his glasses. "You know. If you settle down for a minute or two and let me see where I'm going, we could." Training rotations had waited this long. They could wait a little longer. Besides, this was important - she was a new addition, and he wasn't sure just how much anyone had tried to engage her yet.
The paws on his glasses stilled for a moment, before being reluctantly removed. "Mrr? Mreow!" She couldn't resist one last careful pat at the pretty light and the glasses, before slowly corkscrewing in his arms, stretching out luxuriantly. It meant he had to shift his grip to not drop her but of course he'd do that and that way she could give him the 'oooh, you're a Good Human!' look and pat his chin instead. And then look towards the hallway which lead outside, because if there was more to the red light, Catseye wanted to see it.
Scott cast a sheepish look at the puddle of coffee. Well. He'd come back in promptly and clean that up. "Out we go. After a quick stop at my office." She didn't protest the detour to pick up his visor, even when he had to free a hand to pick it up. In fact, she shifted around a little more to make it easier. Scott was intrigued. As cat-like as she seemed to be most of the time, she was certainly responsive to nuances. Not that cats weren't, generally.
Outside, he set her down, ignoring the small, disappointed meow, and swapped his glasses for his visor. "All right," he said, hunkering down and taking aim at a small rock a few feet away. "Don't be startled." Using a narrow beam, he blasted it.
Catseye didn't start at the sudden blast, though it really did put the whole 'don't move the glasses' thing into perspective. She meeped a bit mournfully (the pretty light blew up things, damn it, and as fascinating as it was that still meant Catseye would be careful about pouncing it).
But.
She walked over to the rubble left behind, sitting down to observe it casually, before resting her paw on a smaller bit of rock. Just a good size to cover with her paw and lift up to inspect just a bit. Catseye wrinkled her nose at the smell, the stone still hot in her paw - and then batted it away back towards Scott innocently, before peeking over her shoulder at him. You want to play with the cat. Now. Because the cat is cute!
Scott laughed and shifted position, blasting the ground just under the rock. It flew upwards, and Catseye bounced after it gleefully, pouncing. "I think I see what this is all about now," Scott said, his severe tone probably ruined by the grin.
Play more! Catseye indulged in a haphazard dash against the rock, sending it bouncing back and forth between her paws agilely before tumbling head over heels to send it right back at Scott. She knew only to well from the way he was tracking the stone that he wanted to. She tucked herself down neatly, hindquarters waggling only a little as she prepared to pounce again as soon as a rock (any rock) was blasted into motion again.
Scott sent it bouncing again, and then, an instant later, another. It was entirely too funny to see Catseye make a last-minute decision that she wanted the second one instead and do one of those gravity-defying feline midair-change-of-directions. "All right," Scott said, still smiling as she landed back on the ground, making happy little noise. "I've shown you my trick. How about you show me how you change shapes? Fair is fair, you know."
Rahne had told her many times that changing like that in front of people was bad - not that it kept Catseye from doing so if she felt like it, but right now, it was just a good excuse as any to be contrary about it. Instead she turned to lick her shoulder absently, the very picture of nonchalance before lazily making her way next to Scott to brush against his leg once in thanks for the game. Seeing the stones bounce around like popcorn had been fun. Almost like watching popcorn explode through the microwave door, which was a game of an entirely different dimension. Not changing. Plaaaaay.
Well, that was a very distinct no. Scott didn't stop smiling, though. He wasn't about to push her - and hell, if she had changed, trust him to have lucked out and Cain come walking up or something. Summers? What are you doing with the naked girl? Trying not to snicker at the mental image, Scott sent a few more rocks flying and watched her chase them.
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Date: 2004-11-22 11:58 am (UTC)And Catseye gains another conquest. And another one ticked off on her list of "make the mansion relax". Hee!