how to greet a cat.
“Here, kitty kitty.”
He felt it - the gaze full of murderous intent - but that wasn’t enough to deter him from saying what he said and raising a stalk of catnip that he’d stolen from some random old lady’s backyard. Samran was born ballsy, and if one day that should get his head ripped off of his neck, then so be it.
“No purr?” He grinned, flashing his teeth. “I guess I am getting ahead of myself - not all kitties warm up right away.” The stray that he used to let in through his bedroom window certainly didn’t. It stared at him with wary eyes for the longest time, body tense and ready to fight. Why did it come in the first place then? Samran wasn’t sure. Maybe it was drawn to the warmth - on a cold winter night, perhaps his companionship (however irritating) was preferred to the muddy sidewalks.
“Do I have to feed you for two months first?” Samran attempted to toss the catnip into the nearby garbage can and missed. Didn’t pick it up and try again though. “Fine, let’s do greetings the normal human way. I am Samran. They told me I’ll with working with you on the next mission.” They didn’t tell him exactly what the mission would be about, which was probably a good thing. Samran was the type that needed to be surprised when it came to work, otherwise he’d try everything he could to avoid the really shitty tasks - like that one colleague of yours that always called in sick on Mondays.
“Is it really true you can turn into a cat? What about a dog?” Moon Dea (@umbdea) would make furries so very happy.



















