[the cat looks up confused. it looks sad.]

[the cat paws at Lockbox' leg. it looks as if it's using his leg as a scratching post without actually scratching him. it's fur turns into a collage of plums, as if a tv screen.]

[the cat follows lockbox, intrigued by him.]

[the cat rubs up against your leg, expecting pets.]

Lillith reaches down and scratches it behind the ears.

[it tilts its head to be scratched somewhere else. it avoids contact with its ears.]

Lillith startles, falling off her chair.

[the cat looks curiously at you. it's still on it's back, but confused.]

Ow...

[the cat gets up and walks over, inspecting you. it nuzzles you, as if to make up for a lack of a mouth.]

Thank you..

Lillith pet its back, just staying still for a moment. She's still stunned from falling.

[an ominous feeling gradually awakens within you.]

Kitty..?

[the cat purrs and paws at your chest, not appreciating the change in attention.]

[the cat calms down, purring. it enjoys the attention. what an envious cat.]

[the cat leaned up against your hand. when it takes notice of george it jumps back, afraid.]

[it hesitantly approaches, but sniffs your hand. how it does it without a nose? unknown, but it then rests its head in your hand. it's eyes looking up at you.]

prrrrrrrr

[it's startled by how loud you were but cautiously creeps forwards, expecting pets.]

[it looks up at you as if considering the name. ultimately it just purrs and stays put in your arms, comfortable as a cat can be.]

MRRWWW!!

[it seems a lot more startled now, cautiously watching you. it keeps its distance.]

[the cat loafs in its places and purrs, enjoying the attention.]

*The Archivist just watched the cat uneasily, the strand of hair quickly burning in on itself into ash as the cat got near it. She wanted to keep it around, but another part of herself urged in that apprehension...*

[the cat licks its paw again and tilts its head. it loafs on your paperwork.]

[it looks expectantly, waiting for pets or rubs.]

*After a while, the archivist sighs sadly, knowing full well they won't be able to touch the cat properly, but reaches into their desk draw and pulls out a pair of dark gray gloves, pulling them on and reaching out to pet the cat. Their abnormally large hands (abt twice to three times the side a human's) gently yet awkwardly brush through it's fur, watching the strands of color changing fur undulate and warp beneath their covered fingertips...*

[it purrs and still doesn't budge from its spot. it enjoys the heat. it looks like its going to fall asleep.]

[the cat purrs and rubs its heat against tarn's hand.]

[the cat pauses, as if hearing the hiss. it starts hissing and backing away from tarn. you don't see a mouth, where is it hissing from?]