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xp_logsIn which Catseye pays her usual visit to the boathouse, during this holiday season, checking in on Cain and making sure all is well.
The purple cat sat primly on the edge of the bed, peering at the sleeping man with what could only be described as a frown on her feline features. Reaching out tentatively she pushed the pillow just a bit, a fussy re-arrangement of things to suit her taste, tail tip twitching from the effort of not moving at all, most of the time. Most of the monitors were gone though some still remained, as well as the general set-up Hank had worked out before leaving for the holidays, which involved things she had to be careful not to touch or nudge. A lot. Even if she could read the instructions left with them just fine and knew exactly what to do, thank you very much.
Cain cracked his eye, feeling the pressure against his left hand. He looked down at the purple cat, mouth twisted into a half-smile. "C'sssye," he drawled through unresponsive lips. "Ggg ct."
Cursing his paralysis, Cain tried to twitch his fingers over the simple keyboard that was strapped beneath his right hand, the only part of his body that he could consciously feel and move with any regularity. With awkward, jerky motions, his thick fingers stabbed at the keys.
GOOD CAT, the screen displayed in thick red letters.
"Mrr." Catseye peered at the screen, the words even easier to read than the instructions had been. A low staccato purr answered that and Catseye sidled just a bit closer, picking her way painstakingly with every inch that placed her nearer to him. Seeing someone so big and strong felled like that was wrong, so very wrong on many levels and her instincts screamed at her to do something. Of course, they weren't telling what that something was, beyond 'cuddle the kitten' which wasn't going to work out quite so easily here.
Still. Cats made things better. And that meant Catseye was going to do something, beyond just staring or curling up at his feet to sleep at night, thank you very much. And everyone knew that a purring cat was a very good remedy to anything that ailed someone, or almost. She eyed everything that was set up around him carefully, making sure that things were within her reach if needed, then curled up against his side, nestling herself carefully between that and his arm before starting up a thunderous purr.
With a smile, Cain tried to wave with his right hand, waggling his fingers invitingly. With everyone that had been in to check on him or change his linens (and if THAT wasn't the most embarrassing situation he'd been in years), he'd worried about Mao being taken care of.
When he'd seen Catseye lope in the back door and place a small mouse in Mao's dish, he knew that his smallest 'helper' was doing what she could, in her own way.
Ooh. Still good-mannered! With a definitely cheerful tilt to her ears, Catseye shimmied back just enough to take advantage of that offer, purring the entire way until she could lean her face into his hand. Mine! She'd already told him that ages ago, and Mao had been agreeable about the sharing since Cain insisted on going all over the place all the time, but it was still worth repeating.
Cain twitched his fingers, happy to be able to feel the cat's soft fur under his hand instead of the cold plastic of the keyboard or the dull fabric of the modified king-size bed they had him set up in. He was happy to feel ANYTHING, to be honest. Madelyn had been by repeatedly, testing his sensory responsiveness and assuring him that there was progress, albeit slow.
Yet the feeling of the cat just rolling under his fingers was something he could not explain, and it brought a tear unbidden to his eyes. What if I'm like this forever? he wondered, then screwed his eyes shut. He would not think of such things, he decided.
Tension was an easy thing to notice for a cat - the slightest shift and change the equivalent of a shout in bodyspeak. Catseye carefully rubbed her cheek against his fingertips again, then rolled back to her feet and walked up to be level with his face, always careful of the electronics that made his life a bit easier just now. Once she'd reached the pillow she paused and meowed at him quietly, before leaning forward just a bit, pressing her forehead to the side of his face she knew was the good one. BigMan will be all right. BigMan is too strong inside not to be. Catseye says so. Sometimes, animals or people were sometimes broken beyond repair or healing. But not always.
The purple cat sat primly on the edge of the bed, peering at the sleeping man with what could only be described as a frown on her feline features. Reaching out tentatively she pushed the pillow just a bit, a fussy re-arrangement of things to suit her taste, tail tip twitching from the effort of not moving at all, most of the time. Most of the monitors were gone though some still remained, as well as the general set-up Hank had worked out before leaving for the holidays, which involved things she had to be careful not to touch or nudge. A lot. Even if she could read the instructions left with them just fine and knew exactly what to do, thank you very much.
Cain cracked his eye, feeling the pressure against his left hand. He looked down at the purple cat, mouth twisted into a half-smile. "C'sssye," he drawled through unresponsive lips. "Ggg ct."
Cursing his paralysis, Cain tried to twitch his fingers over the simple keyboard that was strapped beneath his right hand, the only part of his body that he could consciously feel and move with any regularity. With awkward, jerky motions, his thick fingers stabbed at the keys.
GOOD CAT, the screen displayed in thick red letters.
"Mrr." Catseye peered at the screen, the words even easier to read than the instructions had been. A low staccato purr answered that and Catseye sidled just a bit closer, picking her way painstakingly with every inch that placed her nearer to him. Seeing someone so big and strong felled like that was wrong, so very wrong on many levels and her instincts screamed at her to do something. Of course, they weren't telling what that something was, beyond 'cuddle the kitten' which wasn't going to work out quite so easily here.
Still. Cats made things better. And that meant Catseye was going to do something, beyond just staring or curling up at his feet to sleep at night, thank you very much. And everyone knew that a purring cat was a very good remedy to anything that ailed someone, or almost. She eyed everything that was set up around him carefully, making sure that things were within her reach if needed, then curled up against his side, nestling herself carefully between that and his arm before starting up a thunderous purr.
With a smile, Cain tried to wave with his right hand, waggling his fingers invitingly. With everyone that had been in to check on him or change his linens (and if THAT wasn't the most embarrassing situation he'd been in years), he'd worried about Mao being taken care of.
When he'd seen Catseye lope in the back door and place a small mouse in Mao's dish, he knew that his smallest 'helper' was doing what she could, in her own way.
Ooh. Still good-mannered! With a definitely cheerful tilt to her ears, Catseye shimmied back just enough to take advantage of that offer, purring the entire way until she could lean her face into his hand. Mine! She'd already told him that ages ago, and Mao had been agreeable about the sharing since Cain insisted on going all over the place all the time, but it was still worth repeating.
Cain twitched his fingers, happy to be able to feel the cat's soft fur under his hand instead of the cold plastic of the keyboard or the dull fabric of the modified king-size bed they had him set up in. He was happy to feel ANYTHING, to be honest. Madelyn had been by repeatedly, testing his sensory responsiveness and assuring him that there was progress, albeit slow.
Yet the feeling of the cat just rolling under his fingers was something he could not explain, and it brought a tear unbidden to his eyes. What if I'm like this forever? he wondered, then screwed his eyes shut. He would not think of such things, he decided.
Tension was an easy thing to notice for a cat - the slightest shift and change the equivalent of a shout in bodyspeak. Catseye carefully rubbed her cheek against his fingertips again, then rolled back to her feet and walked up to be level with his face, always careful of the electronics that made his life a bit easier just now. Once she'd reached the pillow she paused and meowed at him quietly, before leaning forward just a bit, pressing her forehead to the side of his face she knew was the good one. BigMan will be all right. BigMan is too strong inside not to be. Catseye says so. Sometimes, animals or people were sometimes broken beyond repair or healing. But not always.
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