Mizi knew better than to pet an exposed cat belly, but it sure was tempting! “Ohh...and you talk too? ..Are you...a...witch’s familiar mayhaps?”

I’M YOUR BEST FRIEND, YOU KNOW IT, BUT I WON’T STAY BY YOUR SIDE IF YOU DECIDE TO FOLLOW A PATH I CAN’T FOLLOW.

There’s nothing cuter than a cat curled up asleep in a guitar case... that is, unless you need to use the case. Klavier had been playing a small venue, and hadn’t even noticed the cat until after he’d finished his set.

“Hey there, Katze.” He hates to wake him, but he really does need to put his guitar away. He doesn’t see a collar or any sort of ID, but the bandana makes him think the cat can’t be a stray.

“Hey! Sissel!”

What a coincidence! Nick’s been meaning to catch up with the cat outside of the dream world. Lo and behold, he spotted him walking around Archimedes; that bandana’s a dead giveaway.

...hopefully Sissel remembers him, otherwise he’s just a weirdo talking to a cat in public.

Send me “Switcheroo!” and I’ll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse’s universe (D&D Style) - Accepting!

It didn’t take Midna long to find the Star Trail, the road through Archimedes that offered its array of foreign delicacies to anyone willing to try them. She wasn’t going to be one to say no to good food when she found it, drawn in by the appetizing scents.

What she had now was a fish based meal, sitting on a low cobblestone curb at the outer edge of a circular plaza. It was tasty, but she was in no rush to finish it, eating slowly instead and people watching. Which turned into cat watching when she noticed a pair of eyes as yellow as her own looking at her from off to her side, peaking out of an alley.

“What a charming bandanna.”

“Hey, nice bandana! Look at that, we match.”

Carmen holds out her coat to the little cat as if to compare the color. Someone out there has a sense of style; red looks good on everyone! She pauses in her nighttime patrol, taking a minute to extend her hand toward the cat.