But he is a patient cat. He does not yell or paw at him for taking his time. The only times he does is when he takes hours to finally go get some food for himself.

@maskednihilism || cont.

"Ah, dry fish it is then," Anaxagoras replies. It might seem odd that a scholar like him talks to the cat like it's a human, but the cat clearly understands him. Though, he tends to talk to animals like if they were people anyway.

He puts some of the dry fish in a bowl and also gives Luuvanyan some fresh water. Then it's time for the worst part: feeding himself. Anaxagoras sighs. Cooking is not something he generally enjoys. In the end, he settles for bread, cheese and some dried fruit. And tea, too, of course.

Now that he was taken seriously, Luuvanyan hopped off the table, to be at his feet. Almost guiding the other towards the kitchen for their meal together.

@maskednihilism || cont. from here.

Anaxagoras chuckles and shake his head at the cat's antics. There's no doubt that the feline is pleased, as loudly as he purrs.

The cat almost guides him to the kitchen. "Yes, yes, I'll make food for us both," he tells Luuvanyan and starts boiling water as soon as he enters the room. Tea, soup and some bread for him. Kibble for the cat. Hmm, maybe some dried fish, too...

As for the professor's question, that should be answered quite easily through deduction. While he has lived a long life, Luuvanyan, as the professor chose to call him, was ridden with battle scars. There's patches where fur no longer grows. The mats of his hair that had clearly overgrown. Yet the old man was still alive, still thriving despite what he's been through.

It even seemed like someone did trap and release him. There's a small notch in his ear. But no, the old cat didn't have an owner or a home for himself.

@maskednihilism || Luuvanyan

The scholar smiles softly as he continues to pet and scratch the old cat. He really do remind him of Luuvalo. It almost makes him chuckle.