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@kittiesforyou
Hello hello! Cat distribution system at work here!
If you’ve seen me in your inbox: Hello!! I thought you were cool, and your character needed a cat. I can play a stray, an eventual pet, whatever you like.
Anyway, meow to you, and a meow to that!
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“Meow!”
@kittiesforyou
Uh hello there
“Mrow!”
Trots up to him
I don’t got any treats for you. Sorry.
“Mrap?”
Sniffs him
“Uhhh,” awkwardly gives a head pat.
Purrs and headbutts him
Gives more head pats. “Are you a stray? Lost? Crime Alley isn’t very safe.”
“Mow mow mow!”
Keeps mashes face into him
“Hm,” Jason kneels down.
“Mow!”
Rubs against him
“Yes meow”
Purrs and sniffs, before trotting off
“Meow!”
@kittiesforyou
Uh hello there
“Mrow!”
Trots up to him
I don’t got any treats for you. Sorry.
“Mrap?”
Sniffs him
“Uhhh,” awkwardly gives a head pat.
Purrs and headbutts him
Gives more head pats. “Are you a stray? Lost? Crime Alley isn’t very safe.”
“Mow mow mow!”
Keeps mashes face into him
“Hm,” Jason kneels down.
“Mow!”
Rubs against him
“Meow!”
@kittiesforyou
Uh hello there
“Mrow!”
Trots up to him
I don’t got any treats for you. Sorry.
“Mrap?”
Sniffs him
“Uhhh,” awkwardly gives a head pat.
Purrs and headbutts him
Gives more head pats. “Are you a stray? Lost? Crime Alley isn’t very safe.”
“Mow mow mow!”
Keeps mashes face into him
“Meow!”
@kittiesforyou
Uh hello there
“Mrow!”
Trots up to him
I don’t got any treats for you. Sorry.
“Mrap?”
Sniffs him
“Uhhh,” awkwardly gives a head pat.
Purrs and headbutts him
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“Meow!”
@kittiesforyou
Uh hello there
“Mrow!”
Trots up to him
I don’t got any treats for you. Sorry.
“Mrap?”
Sniffs him
“Mrap?”
@kittiesforyou
*He looked around, hearing the peep of a sound.*
“Hello?”
*He leaned over the couch he was sitting on, peering behind him.*
“Kinda sounded like…”
- The War Profiteer
“Mow!”
“Oh my goodness! Sounds like a cat! Hello there, little fluff. How’d you get in?”
*He reached his hand down for it to sniff.*
Sniff sniff sniff
“Mrrr?”
“What a good kitty, you are! Are you lost? Can I pick you up?”
*He reached his hand to pet the cat, wondering if it was hurt.*
The cat purrs rubbing up against the hand
*He tried to contain a squeak of pure enjoyment.*
“Y-You’re so soft.”
*He latched his hand around its shoulders and lifted it up, over, and into his lap. He immediately started petting it to try and show it that this was safe and not scary, despite the potential fear of being lifted.*
“Mmmrap!!!”
The cat squirmed, trying to fight back and batting at Kilroy’s hand
“I know. I k-know. I’m sorry, dear. I’m very mean… But look. Now you can be cozy in my lap, hm?”
*He let it flip and flop around, even swat at his hand.*
“Oh, you’re strong. A real fighter.”
“Hisss!!”
It ducked down into a defensive position, ears pinned back
*He frowned.*
“Poor dear…”
*Not domesticated, it seemed. He moved his hands away and fished in his coat for a piece of string, which he dangled in front of it.*
Bap! Bap!
The kitty slaps at it curiously
*Success! He bounced and swung it around to try and make it look more like a living prey.*
“Ha-HA! See? No need to be mad much longer. T-Though, I am sorry f-for scaring you… You’ve almost got it. You can catch it.”
*He kept shaking the string.*
Another hit. And another.
“Mow! Mrow! Meow!!”
“There you go! Little boxer. Catch it!”
*He wiggled the string like a worm, but let it get close enough in range for the cat to attempt a bite, if it desired.*
“Mow mow mow!!!!”
Bap, swipe, bap bap! and…. Pounce!
*His eyes sparkled with amusement.*
“You got it! Wow! What a combo! You’re good at this. Are you a little hunter outside? You hunt your own food. Little hunter kitty.”
*He babbled new nicknames for the cat as he rewarded it with pets on its cheeks and forehead.*
“Mrap mow mrrr… prrrrr prrrrr prrr…”
Rubs face into hands
*He softened his enthused face, feeling honored that the little cat trusted him to purr. He gave a loving tsk and let it initiate the pets.*
“Am I your territory now? You’re so cute… I love you.”
*He scooted on the couch, making his lap more like a nest for it to sit in.*
“You hunted that toy well… Your name could be… Hm… Ace? That’s a name. But you were a little Sniper. What about that, yeah? Are you a Sniper?”
“Mrap”
Keeps rubbing into his hands and his arms
“Yeah… Sniper. You’re a good cat, Sniper. I love you. You’re fun to talk to, you know that?”
*He rolled his sleeves a little lower on his arms, so he could feel the fuzz of the cat’s fur with his own skin.*
“My husband has a kitten. Her name’s Maria. But I think… you’re my kitty, if that’s ok with you. Would you like to be my kitty? Or do you have a home to go to? That’s ok… I can still get you a bed and dishes when you stop by… o-or stay.”
“Mow mow mow!”
Licks at a spot on his arm
“EEE!”
*He squeaked. Sand-paper tongue… So tiny and so warm… yet a little cold on the tip.*
“Thank you.”
*He whisper yelled to it, petting it vigorously with the other hand, and leaving his licked arm out for the cat.*
“S-So you’re my kitty, now, Sniper?”
“MeOEOooEeeOwW!”
Meowing warbles with the pets, keeps licking and grooming
*He giggled, seeing how his movements distorted the cat’s meows.*
“You’re my good, silly kitty, Sniper. Look, if I lie down, will you sleep next to me?”
*He slowly started leaning in the direction he would fall, moving his petting and his hands in that motion as well.*
Grooms more aggressively as he starts laying down, trying to reach his arm still
*He chuckled at its insistence. He laid down fully with his head flat on its side against the cushions. His hair spread around, a little close to the cat, and he maneuvered the cat near his head, putting his arm down in front of himself for the cat to lick.*
“There you go. Lick away.”
Walks over him to do so, then licks a different part of his body
Loafs on him while licking
*He gave a little gasp. He certainly didn’t expect to be loaded on! He blushed red and hesitated to pet the cat more, as to not disturb the loaf.*
“Y-You comfortable?”
Stops licking, meowing a lot
“What’s wrong? You happy? You uncomfortable?- You want more pets?”
*He put his hand down on the cat’s back, scritching in place.*
“Mow! Mow! Mow mow!”
Squirms about, but still enough to keep being pet
“Is that good? Too much for a little loaf? What about uh… a hug?!”
*He brought his arms close to cradle around the Sniper’s loaf.*
“Mmmmrow!”
Swats
“Mrap?”
@kittiesforyou
*He looked around, hearing the peep of a sound.*
“Hello?”
*He leaned over the couch he was sitting on, peering behind him.*
“Kinda sounded like…”
- The War Profiteer
“Mow!”
“Oh my goodness! Sounds like a cat! Hello there, little fluff. How’d you get in?”
*He reached his hand down for it to sniff.*
Sniff sniff sniff
“Mrrr?”
“What a good kitty, you are! Are you lost? Can I pick you up?”
*He reached his hand to pet the cat, wondering if it was hurt.*
The cat purrs rubbing up against the hand
*He tried to contain a squeak of pure enjoyment.*
“Y-You’re so soft.”
*He latched his hand around its shoulders and lifted it up, over, and into his lap. He immediately started petting it to try and show it that this was safe and not scary, despite the potential fear of being lifted.*
“Mmmrap!!!”
The cat squirmed, trying to fight back and batting at Kilroy’s hand
“I know. I k-know. I’m sorry, dear. I’m very mean… But look. Now you can be cozy in my lap, hm?”
*He let it flip and flop around, even swat at his hand.*
“Oh, you’re strong. A real fighter.”
“Hisss!!”
It ducked down into a defensive position, ears pinned back
*He frowned.*
“Poor dear…”
*Not domesticated, it seemed. He moved his hands away and fished in his coat for a piece of string, which he dangled in front of it.*
Bap! Bap!
The kitty slaps at it curiously
*Success! He bounced and swung it around to try and make it look more like a living prey.*
“Ha-HA! See? No need to be mad much longer. T-Though, I am sorry f-for scaring you… You’ve almost got it. You can catch it.”
*He kept shaking the string.*
Another hit. And another.
“Mow! Mrow! Meow!!”
“There you go! Little boxer. Catch it!”
*He wiggled the string like a worm, but let it get close enough in range for the cat to attempt a bite, if it desired.*
“Mow mow mow!!!!”
Bap, swipe, bap bap! and…. Pounce!
*His eyes sparkled with amusement.*
“You got it! Wow! What a combo! You’re good at this. Are you a little hunter outside? You hunt your own food. Little hunter kitty.”
*He babbled new nicknames for the cat as he rewarded it with pets on its cheeks and forehead.*
“Mrap mow mrrr… prrrrr prrrrr prrr…”
Rubs face into hands
*He softened his enthused face, feeling honored that the little cat trusted him to purr. He gave a loving tsk and let it initiate the pets.*
“Am I your territory now? You’re so cute… I love you.”
*He scooted on the couch, making his lap more like a nest for it to sit in.*
“You hunted that toy well… Your name could be… Hm… Ace? That’s a name. But you were a little Sniper. What about that, yeah? Are you a Sniper?”
“Mrap”
Keeps rubbing into his hands and his arms
“Yeah… Sniper. You’re a good cat, Sniper. I love you. You’re fun to talk to, you know that?”
*He rolled his sleeves a little lower on his arms, so he could feel the fuzz of the cat’s fur with his own skin.*
“My husband has a kitten. Her name’s Maria. But I think… you’re my kitty, if that’s ok with you. Would you like to be my kitty? Or do you have a home to go to? That’s ok… I can still get you a bed and dishes when you stop by… o-or stay.”
“Mow mow mow!”
Licks at a spot on his arm
“EEE!”
*He squeaked. Sand-paper tongue… So tiny and so warm… yet a little cold on the tip.*
“Thank you.”
*He whisper yelled to it, petting it vigorously with the other hand, and leaving his licked arm out for the cat.*
“S-So you’re my kitty, now, Sniper?”
“MeOEOooEeeOwW!”
Meowing warbles with the pets, keeps licking and grooming
*He giggled, seeing how his movements distorted the cat’s meows.*
“You’re my good, silly kitty, Sniper. Look, if I lie down, will you sleep next to me?”
*He slowly started leaning in the direction he would fall, moving his petting and his hands in that motion as well.*
Grooms more aggressively as he starts laying down, trying to reach his arm still
*He chuckled at its insistence. He laid down fully with his head flat on its side against the cushions. His hair spread around, a little close to the cat, and he maneuvered the cat near his head, putting his arm down in front of himself for the cat to lick.*
“There you go. Lick away.”
Walks over him to do so, then licks a different part of his body
Loafs on him while licking
*He gave a little gasp. He certainly didn’t expect to be loaded on! He blushed red and hesitated to pet the cat more, as to not disturb the loaf.*
“Y-You comfortable?”
Stops licking, meowing a lot
“What’s wrong? You happy? You uncomfortable?- You want more pets?”
*He put his hand down on the cat’s back, scritching in place.*
“Mow! Mow! Mow mow!”
Squirms about, but still enough to keep being pet
“Mrap?”
@kittiesforyou
*He looked around, hearing the peep of a sound.*
“Hello?”
*He leaned over the couch he was sitting on, peering behind him.*
“Kinda sounded like…”
- The War Profiteer
“Mow!”
“Oh my goodness! Sounds like a cat! Hello there, little fluff. How’d you get in?”
*He reached his hand down for it to sniff.*
Sniff sniff sniff
“Mrrr?”
“What a good kitty, you are! Are you lost? Can I pick you up?”
*He reached his hand to pet the cat, wondering if it was hurt.*
The cat purrs rubbing up against the hand
*He tried to contain a squeak of pure enjoyment.*
“Y-You’re so soft.”
*He latched his hand around its shoulders and lifted it up, over, and into his lap. He immediately started petting it to try and show it that this was safe and not scary, despite the potential fear of being lifted.*
“Mmmrap!!!”
The cat squirmed, trying to fight back and batting at Kilroy’s hand
“I know. I k-know. I’m sorry, dear. I’m very mean… But look. Now you can be cozy in my lap, hm?”
*He let it flip and flop around, even swat at his hand.*
“Oh, you’re strong. A real fighter.”
“Hisss!!”
It ducked down into a defensive position, ears pinned back
*He frowned.*
“Poor dear…”
*Not domesticated, it seemed. He moved his hands away and fished in his coat for a piece of string, which he dangled in front of it.*
Bap! Bap!
The kitty slaps at it curiously
*Success! He bounced and swung it around to try and make it look more like a living prey.*
“Ha-HA! See? No need to be mad much longer. T-Though, I am sorry f-for scaring you… You’ve almost got it. You can catch it.”
*He kept shaking the string.*
Another hit. And another.
“Mow! Mrow! Meow!!”
“There you go! Little boxer. Catch it!”
*He wiggled the string like a worm, but let it get close enough in range for the cat to attempt a bite, if it desired.*
“Mow mow mow!!!!”
Bap, swipe, bap bap! and…. Pounce!
*His eyes sparkled with amusement.*
“You got it! Wow! What a combo! You’re good at this. Are you a little hunter outside? You hunt your own food. Little hunter kitty.”
*He babbled new nicknames for the cat as he rewarded it with pets on its cheeks and forehead.*
“Mrap mow mrrr… prrrrr prrrrr prrr…”
Rubs face into hands
*He softened his enthused face, feeling honored that the little cat trusted him to purr. He gave a loving tsk and let it initiate the pets.*
“Am I your territory now? You’re so cute… I love you.”
*He scooted on the couch, making his lap more like a nest for it to sit in.*
“You hunted that toy well… Your name could be… Hm… Ace? That’s a name. But you were a little Sniper. What about that, yeah? Are you a Sniper?”
“Mrap”
Keeps rubbing into his hands and his arms
“Yeah… Sniper. You’re a good cat, Sniper. I love you. You’re fun to talk to, you know that?”
*He rolled his sleeves a little lower on his arms, so he could feel the fuzz of the cat’s fur with his own skin.*
“My husband has a kitten. Her name’s Maria. But I think… you’re my kitty, if that’s ok with you. Would you like to be my kitty? Or do you have a home to go to? That’s ok… I can still get you a bed and dishes when you stop by… o-or stay.”
“Mow mow mow!”
Licks at a spot on his arm
“EEE!”
*He squeaked. Sand-paper tongue… So tiny and so warm… yet a little cold on the tip.*
“Thank you.”
*He whisper yelled to it, petting it vigorously with the other hand, and leaving his licked arm out for the cat.*
“S-So you’re my kitty, now, Sniper?”
“MeOEOooEeeOwW!”
Meowing warbles with the pets, keeps licking and grooming
*He giggled, seeing how his movements distorted the cat’s meows.*
“You’re my good, silly kitty, Sniper. Look, if I lie down, will you sleep next to me?”
*He slowly started leaning in the direction he would fall, moving his petting and his hands in that motion as well.*
Grooms more aggressively as he starts laying down, trying to reach his arm still
*He chuckled at its insistence. He laid down fully with his head flat on its side against the cushions. His hair spread around, a little close to the cat, and he maneuvered the cat near his head, putting his arm down in front of himself for the cat to lick.*
“There you go. Lick away.”
Walks over him to do so, then licks a different part of his body
Loafs on him while licking
*He gave a little gasp. He certainly didn’t expect to be loaded on! He blushed red and hesitated to pet the cat more, as to not disturb the loaf.*
“Y-You comfortable?”
Stops licking, meowing a lot
“Mrap?”
@kittiesforyou
*He looked around, hearing the peep of a sound.*
“Hello?”
*He leaned over the couch he was sitting on, peering behind him.*
“Kinda sounded like…”
- The War Profiteer
“Mow!”
“Oh my goodness! Sounds like a cat! Hello there, little fluff. How’d you get in?”
*He reached his hand down for it to sniff.*
Sniff sniff sniff
“Mrrr?”
“What a good kitty, you are! Are you lost? Can I pick you up?”
*He reached his hand to pet the cat, wondering if it was hurt.*
The cat purrs rubbing up against the hand
*He tried to contain a squeak of pure enjoyment.*
“Y-You’re so soft.”
*He latched his hand around its shoulders and lifted it up, over, and into his lap. He immediately started petting it to try and show it that this was safe and not scary, despite the potential fear of being lifted.*
“Mmmrap!!!”
The cat squirmed, trying to fight back and batting at Kilroy’s hand
“I know. I k-know. I’m sorry, dear. I’m very mean… But look. Now you can be cozy in my lap, hm?”
*He let it flip and flop around, even swat at his hand.*
“Oh, you’re strong. A real fighter.”
“Hisss!!”
It ducked down into a defensive position, ears pinned back
*He frowned.*
“Poor dear…”
*Not domesticated, it seemed. He moved his hands away and fished in his coat for a piece of string, which he dangled in front of it.*
Bap! Bap!
The kitty slaps at it curiously
*Success! He bounced and swung it around to try and make it look more like a living prey.*
“Ha-HA! See? No need to be mad much longer. T-Though, I am sorry f-for scaring you… You’ve almost got it. You can catch it.”
*He kept shaking the string.*
Another hit. And another.
“Mow! Mrow! Meow!!”
“There you go! Little boxer. Catch it!”
*He wiggled the string like a worm, but let it get close enough in range for the cat to attempt a bite, if it desired.*
“Mow mow mow!!!!”
Bap, swipe, bap bap! and…. Pounce!
*His eyes sparkled with amusement.*
“You got it! Wow! What a combo! You’re good at this. Are you a little hunter outside? You hunt your own food. Little hunter kitty.”
*He babbled new nicknames for the cat as he rewarded it with pets on its cheeks and forehead.*
“Mrap mow mrrr… prrrrr prrrrr prrr…”
Rubs face into hands
*He softened his enthused face, feeling honored that the little cat trusted him to purr. He gave a loving tsk and let it initiate the pets.*
“Am I your territory now? You’re so cute… I love you.”
*He scooted on the couch, making his lap more like a nest for it to sit in.*
“You hunted that toy well… Your name could be… Hm… Ace? That’s a name. But you were a little Sniper. What about that, yeah? Are you a Sniper?”
“Mrap”
Keeps rubbing into his hands and his arms
“Yeah… Sniper. You’re a good cat, Sniper. I love you. You’re fun to talk to, you know that?”
*He rolled his sleeves a little lower on his arms, so he could feel the fuzz of the cat’s fur with his own skin.*
“My husband has a kitten. Her name’s Maria. But I think… you’re my kitty, if that’s ok with you. Would you like to be my kitty? Or do you have a home to go to? That’s ok… I can still get you a bed and dishes when you stop by… o-or stay.”
“Mow mow mow!”
Licks at a spot on his arm
“EEE!”
*He squeaked. Sand-paper tongue… So tiny and so warm… yet a little cold on the tip.*
“Thank you.”
*He whisper yelled to it, petting it vigorously with the other hand, and leaving his licked arm out for the cat.*
“S-So you’re my kitty, now, Sniper?”
“MeOEOooEeeOwW!”
Meowing warbles with the pets, keeps licking and grooming
*He giggled, seeing how his movements distorted the cat’s meows.*
“You’re my good, silly kitty, Sniper. Look, if I lie down, will you sleep next to me?”
*He slowly started leaning in the direction he would fall, moving his petting and his hands in that motion as well.*
Grooms more aggressively as he starts laying down, trying to reach his arm still
*He chuckled at its insistence. He laid down fully with his head flat on its side against the cushions. His hair spread around, a little close to the cat, and he maneuvered the cat near his head, putting his arm down in front of himself for the cat to lick.*
“There you go. Lick away.”
Walks over him to do so, then licks a different part of his body
Loafs on him while licking
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“Mrap?”
@kittiesforyou
*He looked around, hearing the peep of a sound.*
“Hello?”
*He leaned over the couch he was sitting on, peering behind him.*
“Kinda sounded like…”
- The War Profiteer
“Mow!”
“Oh my goodness! Sounds like a cat! Hello there, little fluff. How’d you get in?”
*He reached his hand down for it to sniff.*
Sniff sniff sniff
“Mrrr?”
“What a good kitty, you are! Are you lost? Can I pick you up?”
*He reached his hand to pet the cat, wondering if it was hurt.*
The cat purrs rubbing up against the hand
*He tried to contain a squeak of pure enjoyment.*
“Y-You’re so soft.”
*He latched his hand around its shoulders and lifted it up, over, and into his lap. He immediately started petting it to try and show it that this was safe and not scary, despite the potential fear of being lifted.*
“Mmmrap!!!”
The cat squirmed, trying to fight back and batting at Kilroy’s hand
“I know. I k-know. I’m sorry, dear. I’m very mean… But look. Now you can be cozy in my lap, hm?”
*He let it flip and flop around, even swat at his hand.*
“Oh, you’re strong. A real fighter.”
“Hisss!!”
It ducked down into a defensive position, ears pinned back
*He frowned.*
“Poor dear…”
*Not domesticated, it seemed. He moved his hands away and fished in his coat for a piece of string, which he dangled in front of it.*
Bap! Bap!
The kitty slaps at it curiously
*Success! He bounced and swung it around to try and make it look more like a living prey.*
“Ha-HA! See? No need to be mad much longer. T-Though, I am sorry f-for scaring you… You’ve almost got it. You can catch it.”
*He kept shaking the string.*
Another hit. And another.
“Mow! Mrow! Meow!!”
“There you go! Little boxer. Catch it!”
*He wiggled the string like a worm, but let it get close enough in range for the cat to attempt a bite, if it desired.*
“Mow mow mow!!!!”
Bap, swipe, bap bap! and…. Pounce!
*His eyes sparkled with amusement.*
“You got it! Wow! What a combo! You’re good at this. Are you a little hunter outside? You hunt your own food. Little hunter kitty.”
*He babbled new nicknames for the cat as he rewarded it with pets on its cheeks and forehead.*
“Mrap mow mrrr… prrrrr prrrrr prrr…”
Rubs face into hands
*He softened his enthused face, feeling honored that the little cat trusted him to purr. He gave a loving tsk and let it initiate the pets.*
“Am I your territory now? You’re so cute… I love you.”
*He scooted on the couch, making his lap more like a nest for it to sit in.*
“You hunted that toy well… Your name could be… Hm… Ace? That’s a name. But you were a little Sniper. What about that, yeah? Are you a Sniper?”
“Mrap”
Keeps rubbing into his hands and his arms
“Yeah… Sniper. You’re a good cat, Sniper. I love you. You’re fun to talk to, you know that?”
*He rolled his sleeves a little lower on his arms, so he could feel the fuzz of the cat’s fur with his own skin.*
“My husband has a kitten. Her name’s Maria. But I think… you’re my kitty, if that’s ok with you. Would you like to be my kitty? Or do you have a home to go to? That’s ok… I can still get you a bed and dishes when you stop by… o-or stay.”
“Mow mow mow!”
Licks at a spot on his arm
“EEE!”
*He squeaked. Sand-paper tongue… So tiny and so warm… yet a little cold on the tip.*
“Thank you.”
*He whisper yelled to it, petting it vigorously with the other hand, and leaving his licked arm out for the cat.*
“S-So you’re my kitty, now, Sniper?”
“MeOEOooEeeOwW!”
Meowing warbles with the pets, keeps licking and grooming
*He giggled, seeing how his movements distorted the cat’s meows.*
“You’re my good, silly kitty, Sniper. Look, if I lie down, will you sleep next to me?”
*He slowly started leaning in the direction he would fall, moving his petting and his hands in that motion as well.*
Grooms more aggressively as he starts laying down, trying to reach his arm still
“Mrap?”
@kittiesforyou
*He looked around, hearing the peep of a sound.*
“Hello?”
*He leaned over the couch he was sitting on, peering behind him.*
“Kinda sounded like…”
- The War Profiteer
“Mow!”
“Oh my goodness! Sounds like a cat! Hello there, little fluff. How’d you get in?”
*He reached his hand down for it to sniff.*
Sniff sniff sniff
“Mrrr?”
“What a good kitty, you are! Are you lost? Can I pick you up?”
*He reached his hand to pet the cat, wondering if it was hurt.*
The cat purrs rubbing up against the hand
*He tried to contain a squeak of pure enjoyment.*
“Y-You’re so soft.”
*He latched his hand around its shoulders and lifted it up, over, and into his lap. He immediately started petting it to try and show it that this was safe and not scary, despite the potential fear of being lifted.*
“Mmmrap!!!”
The cat squirmed, trying to fight back and batting at Kilroy’s hand
“I know. I k-know. I’m sorry, dear. I’m very mean… But look. Now you can be cozy in my lap, hm?”
*He let it flip and flop around, even swat at his hand.*
“Oh, you’re strong. A real fighter.”
“Hisss!!”
It ducked down into a defensive position, ears pinned back
*He frowned.*
“Poor dear…”
*Not domesticated, it seemed. He moved his hands away and fished in his coat for a piece of string, which he dangled in front of it.*
Bap! Bap!
The kitty slaps at it curiously
*Success! He bounced and swung it around to try and make it look more like a living prey.*
“Ha-HA! See? No need to be mad much longer. T-Though, I am sorry f-for scaring you… You’ve almost got it. You can catch it.”
*He kept shaking the string.*
Another hit. And another.
“Mow! Mrow! Meow!!”
“There you go! Little boxer. Catch it!”
*He wiggled the string like a worm, but let it get close enough in range for the cat to attempt a bite, if it desired.*
“Mow mow mow!!!!”
Bap, swipe, bap bap! and…. Pounce!
*His eyes sparkled with amusement.*
“You got it! Wow! What a combo! You’re good at this. Are you a little hunter outside? You hunt your own food. Little hunter kitty.”
*He babbled new nicknames for the cat as he rewarded it with pets on its cheeks and forehead.*
“Mrap mow mrrr… prrrrr prrrrr prrr…”
Rubs face into hands
*He softened his enthused face, feeling honored that the little cat trusted him to purr. He gave a loving tsk and let it initiate the pets.*
“Am I your territory now? You’re so cute… I love you.”
*He scooted on the couch, making his lap more like a nest for it to sit in.*
“You hunted that toy well… Your name could be… Hm… Ace? That’s a name. But you were a little Sniper. What about that, yeah? Are you a Sniper?”
“Mrap”
Keeps rubbing into his hands and his arms
“Yeah… Sniper. You’re a good cat, Sniper. I love you. You’re fun to talk to, you know that?”
*He rolled his sleeves a little lower on his arms, so he could feel the fuzz of the cat’s fur with his own skin.*
“My husband has a kitten. Her name’s Maria. But I think… you’re my kitty, if that’s ok with you. Would you like to be my kitty? Or do you have a home to go to? That’s ok… I can still get you a bed and dishes when you stop by… o-or stay.”
“Mow mow mow!”
Licks at a spot on his arm
“EEE!”
*He squeaked. Sand-paper tongue… So tiny and so warm… yet a little cold on the tip.*
“Thank you.”
*He whisper yelled to it, petting it vigorously with the other hand, and leaving his licked arm out for the cat.*
“S-So you’re my kitty, now, Sniper?”
“MeOEOooEeeOwW!”
Meowing warbles with the pets, keeps licking and grooming
“Mrap?”
@kittiesforyou
*He looked around, hearing the peep of a sound.*
“Hello?”
*He leaned over the couch he was sitting on, peering behind him.*
“Kinda sounded like…”
- The War Profiteer
“Mow!”
“Oh my goodness! Sounds like a cat! Hello there, little fluff. How’d you get in?”
*He reached his hand down for it to sniff.*
Sniff sniff sniff
“Mrrr?”
“What a good kitty, you are! Are you lost? Can I pick you up?”
*He reached his hand to pet the cat, wondering if it was hurt.*
The cat purrs rubbing up against the hand
*He tried to contain a squeak of pure enjoyment.*
“Y-You’re so soft.”
*He latched his hand around its shoulders and lifted it up, over, and into his lap. He immediately started petting it to try and show it that this was safe and not scary, despite the potential fear of being lifted.*
“Mmmrap!!!”
The cat squirmed, trying to fight back and batting at Kilroy’s hand
“I know. I k-know. I’m sorry, dear. I’m very mean… But look. Now you can be cozy in my lap, hm?”
*He let it flip and flop around, even swat at his hand.*
“Oh, you’re strong. A real fighter.”
“Hisss!!”
It ducked down into a defensive position, ears pinned back
*He frowned.*
“Poor dear…”
*Not domesticated, it seemed. He moved his hands away and fished in his coat for a piece of string, which he dangled in front of it.*
Bap! Bap!
The kitty slaps at it curiously
*Success! He bounced and swung it around to try and make it look more like a living prey.*
“Ha-HA! See? No need to be mad much longer. T-Though, I am sorry f-for scaring you… You’ve almost got it. You can catch it.”
*He kept shaking the string.*
Another hit. And another.
“Mow! Mrow! Meow!!”
“There you go! Little boxer. Catch it!”
*He wiggled the string like a worm, but let it get close enough in range for the cat to attempt a bite, if it desired.*
“Mow mow mow!!!!”
Bap, swipe, bap bap! and…. Pounce!
*His eyes sparkled with amusement.*
“You got it! Wow! What a combo! You’re good at this. Are you a little hunter outside? You hunt your own food. Little hunter kitty.”
*He babbled new nicknames for the cat as he rewarded it with pets on its cheeks and forehead.*
“Mrap mow mrrr… prrrrr prrrrr prrr…”
Rubs face into hands
*He softened his enthused face, feeling honored that the little cat trusted him to purr. He gave a loving tsk and let it initiate the pets.*
“Am I your territory now? You’re so cute… I love you.”
*He scooted on the couch, making his lap more like a nest for it to sit in.*
“You hunted that toy well… Your name could be… Hm… Ace? That’s a name. But you were a little Sniper. What about that, yeah? Are you a Sniper?”
“Mrap”
Keeps rubbing into his hands and his arms
“Yeah… Sniper. You’re a good cat, Sniper. I love you. You’re fun to talk to, you know that?”
*He rolled his sleeves a little lower on his arms, so he could feel the fuzz of the cat’s fur with his own skin.*
“My husband has a kitten. Her name’s Maria. But I think… you’re my kitty, if that’s ok with you. Would you like to be my kitty? Or do you have a home to go to? That’s ok… I can still get you a bed and dishes when you stop by… o-or stay.”
“Mow mow mow!”
Licks at a spot on his arm
“Mrap?”
@kittiesforyou
*He looked around, hearing the peep of a sound.*
“Hello?”
*He leaned over the couch he was sitting on, peering behind him.*
“Kinda sounded like…”
- The War Profiteer
“Mow!”
“Oh my goodness! Sounds like a cat! Hello there, little fluff. How’d you get in?”
*He reached his hand down for it to sniff.*
Sniff sniff sniff
“Mrrr?”
“What a good kitty, you are! Are you lost? Can I pick you up?”
*He reached his hand to pet the cat, wondering if it was hurt.*
The cat purrs rubbing up against the hand
*He tried to contain a squeak of pure enjoyment.*
“Y-You’re so soft.”
*He latched his hand around its shoulders and lifted it up, over, and into his lap. He immediately started petting it to try and show it that this was safe and not scary, despite the potential fear of being lifted.*
“Mmmrap!!!”
The cat squirmed, trying to fight back and batting at Kilroy’s hand
“I know. I k-know. I’m sorry, dear. I’m very mean… But look. Now you can be cozy in my lap, hm?”
*He let it flip and flop around, even swat at his hand.*
“Oh, you’re strong. A real fighter.”
“Hisss!!”
It ducked down into a defensive position, ears pinned back
*He frowned.*
“Poor dear…”
*Not domesticated, it seemed. He moved his hands away and fished in his coat for a piece of string, which he dangled in front of it.*
Bap! Bap!
The kitty slaps at it curiously
*Success! He bounced and swung it around to try and make it look more like a living prey.*
“Ha-HA! See? No need to be mad much longer. T-Though, I am sorry f-for scaring you… You’ve almost got it. You can catch it.”
*He kept shaking the string.*
Another hit. And another.
“Mow! Mrow! Meow!!”
“There you go! Little boxer. Catch it!”
*He wiggled the string like a worm, but let it get close enough in range for the cat to attempt a bite, if it desired.*
“Mow mow mow!!!!”
Bap, swipe, bap bap! and…. Pounce!
*His eyes sparkled with amusement.*
“You got it! Wow! What a combo! You’re good at this. Are you a little hunter outside? You hunt your own food. Little hunter kitty.”
*He babbled new nicknames for the cat as he rewarded it with pets on its cheeks and forehead.*
“Mrap mow mrrr… prrrrr prrrrr prrr…”
Rubs face into hands
*He softened his enthused face, feeling honored that the little cat trusted him to purr. He gave a loving tsk and let it initiate the pets.*
“Am I your territory now? You’re so cute… I love you.”
*He scooted on the couch, making his lap more like a nest for it to sit in.*
“You hunted that toy well… Your name could be… Hm… Ace? That’s a name. But you were a little Sniper. What about that, yeah? Are you a Sniper?”
“Mrap”
Keeps rubbing into his hands and his arms
“Mrap?”
@kittiesforyou
*He looked around, hearing the peep of a sound.*
“Hello?”
*He leaned over the couch he was sitting on, peering behind him.*
“Kinda sounded like…”
- The War Profiteer
“Mow!”
“Oh my goodness! Sounds like a cat! Hello there, little fluff. How’d you get in?”
*He reached his hand down for it to sniff.*
Sniff sniff sniff
“Mrrr?”
“What a good kitty, you are! Are you lost? Can I pick you up?”
*He reached his hand to pet the cat, wondering if it was hurt.*
The cat purrs rubbing up against the hand
*He tried to contain a squeak of pure enjoyment.*
“Y-You’re so soft.”
*He latched his hand around its shoulders and lifted it up, over, and into his lap. He immediately started petting it to try and show it that this was safe and not scary, despite the potential fear of being lifted.*
“Mmmrap!!!”
The cat squirmed, trying to fight back and batting at Kilroy’s hand
“I know. I k-know. I’m sorry, dear. I’m very mean… But look. Now you can be cozy in my lap, hm?”
*He let it flip and flop around, even swat at his hand.*
“Oh, you’re strong. A real fighter.”
“Hisss!!”
It ducked down into a defensive position, ears pinned back
*He frowned.*
“Poor dear…”
*Not domesticated, it seemed. He moved his hands away and fished in his coat for a piece of string, which he dangled in front of it.*
Bap! Bap!
The kitty slaps at it curiously
*Success! He bounced and swung it around to try and make it look more like a living prey.*
“Ha-HA! See? No need to be mad much longer. T-Though, I am sorry f-for scaring you… You’ve almost got it. You can catch it.”
*He kept shaking the string.*
Another hit. And another.
“Mow! Mrow! Meow!!”
“There you go! Little boxer. Catch it!”
*He wiggled the string like a worm, but let it get close enough in range for the cat to attempt a bite, if it desired.*
“Mow mow mow!!!!”
Bap, swipe, bap bap! and…. Pounce!
*His eyes sparkled with amusement.*
“You got it! Wow! What a combo! You’re good at this. Are you a little hunter outside? You hunt your own food. Little hunter kitty.”
*He babbled new nicknames for the cat as he rewarded it with pets on its cheeks and forehead.*
“Mrap mow mrrr… prrrrr prrrrr prrr…”
Rubs face into hands
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“Mrap?”
@kittiesforyou
*He looked around, hearing the peep of a sound.*
“Hello?”
*He leaned over the couch he was sitting on, peering behind him.*
“Kinda sounded like…”
- The War Profiteer
“Mow!”
“Oh my goodness! Sounds like a cat! Hello there, little fluff. How’d you get in?”
*He reached his hand down for it to sniff.*
Sniff sniff sniff
“Mrrr?”
“What a good kitty, you are! Are you lost? Can I pick you up?”
*He reached his hand to pet the cat, wondering if it was hurt.*
The cat purrs rubbing up against the hand
*He tried to contain a squeak of pure enjoyment.*
“Y-You’re so soft.”
*He latched his hand around its shoulders and lifted it up, over, and into his lap. He immediately started petting it to try and show it that this was safe and not scary, despite the potential fear of being lifted.*
“Mmmrap!!!”
The cat squirmed, trying to fight back and batting at Kilroy’s hand
“I know. I k-know. I’m sorry, dear. I’m very mean… But look. Now you can be cozy in my lap, hm?”
*He let it flip and flop around, even swat at his hand.*
“Oh, you’re strong. A real fighter.”
“Hisss!!”
It ducked down into a defensive position, ears pinned back
*He frowned.*
“Poor dear…”
*Not domesticated, it seemed. He moved his hands away and fished in his coat for a piece of string, which he dangled in front of it.*
Bap! Bap!
The kitty slaps at it curiously
*Success! He bounced and swung it around to try and make it look more like a living prey.*
“Ha-HA! See? No need to be mad much longer. T-Though, I am sorry f-for scaring you… You’ve almost got it. You can catch it.”
*He kept shaking the string.*
Another hit. And another.
“Mow! Mrow! Meow!!”
“There you go! Little boxer. Catch it!”
*He wiggled the string like a worm, but let it get close enough in range for the cat to attempt a bite, if it desired.*
“Mow mow mow!!!!”
Bap, swipe, bap bap! and…. Pounce!
“Mrap?”
@kittiesforyou
*He looked around, hearing the peep of a sound.*
“Hello?”
*He leaned over the couch he was sitting on, peering behind him.*
“Kinda sounded like…”
- The War Profiteer
“Mow!”
“Oh my goodness! Sounds like a cat! Hello there, little fluff. How’d you get in?”
*He reached his hand down for it to sniff.*
Sniff sniff sniff
“Mrrr?”
“What a good kitty, you are! Are you lost? Can I pick you up?”
*He reached his hand to pet the cat, wondering if it was hurt.*
The cat purrs rubbing up against the hand
*He tried to contain a squeak of pure enjoyment.*
“Y-You’re so soft.”
*He latched his hand around its shoulders and lifted it up, over, and into his lap. He immediately started petting it to try and show it that this was safe and not scary, despite the potential fear of being lifted.*
“Mmmrap!!!”
The cat squirmed, trying to fight back and batting at Kilroy’s hand
“I know. I k-know. I’m sorry, dear. I’m very mean… But look. Now you can be cozy in my lap, hm?”
*He let it flip and flop around, even swat at his hand.*
“Oh, you’re strong. A real fighter.”
“Hisss!!”
It ducked down into a defensive position, ears pinned back
*He frowned.*
“Poor dear…”
*Not domesticated, it seemed. He moved his hands away and fished in his coat for a piece of string, which he dangled in front of it.*
Bap! Bap!
The kitty slaps at it curiously
*Success! He bounced and swung it around to try and make it look more like a living prey.*
“Ha-HA! See? No need to be mad much longer. T-Though, I am sorry f-for scaring you… You’ve almost got it. You can catch it.”
*He kept shaking the string.*
Another hit. And another.
“Mow! Mrow! Meow!!”
