> Nepeta: Place kitten on meowrail's head

[bestestfurrend]

[The SFC shows two bare grey feet padding along the ground, climbing up stairs carefully and quietly before a door is pushed open with a muffled giggle followed by a surprised, kittenish squeak.]

Shhh. The fursome hunters must appurroach their purrey quietly and undetected!

[This whispered declaration is answered by a tiny mew as their quarry comes into view, deeply asleep and unsuspecting. His long dark hair is spread out smooth and sleek on the pillow, and as the fierce predator leans over him in his sleep her tiny furry partner is placed carefully on his head, squarely between his horns.

She then scampers back to hide behind the door, still filming as the little white kitten shakes itself and starts climbing down the blueblood's face.

This is going to be interesting.]


((ooc: responses may come from either or both Nepeta and Equius!))

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[bestestfurrend]

I knew you'd understand, Mama!

...I feel a furry purressing need for cuddles right now, you know!

[feralfanatic]

Calling on my enabling so soon. I really should have expected it. So shall I come visit you, and rescue your moirail from the terrible might of the fearsome pounce at the same time?

[bestestfurrend]

Uhm, perhaps I should come to you instead. I'll expurrlain later! [Equius is probably not in the mood for visitors just now.]

[feralfanatic]

Oh? If you think that best. You know where to find me, Kit. The front door is unlocked as per usual.

[bestestfurrend]

Meet me there!! [You know she'll be running with every intention of leaping right into her Mamacat's arms.]

[feralfanatic]

[Nepeta gets a broad smile, and then the feed cuts.]

[Meet her there, she shall. As soon as Nepeta opens the front door, she will find Disciple with her arms open, the large cat-plush placed immediately behind her, ready to receive the two olivebloods.]

[bestestfurrend]

Mama! [WE HAVE KITTEN-LAUNCH.]

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple catches the kitten missile mid-air and the two of them roll gracefully back into the carefully positioned plush. Disciple laughs at the usual exuberance her daughter was capable of, as they fall.]

That was a good one, Kit.

[bestestfurrend]

I'm getting better and better!

[She wriggles about, all excitement, and beyond interested in the cat plush. That is a fine landing-place indeed!]

[feralfanatic]

You must have been in the air for a good two to three seconds, that time.

[Cue the usual, nuzzling and hugs.]

[bestestfurrend]

At least two or three seconds!

[Yesss, it is a fitting reward for such a well-accomplished leap.]

[feralfanatic]

I think a jump that stupendous deserves a reward. What do you think?

[Disciple carefully stands from the plush after just a little bit more nuzzling of her daughter. She continues speaking as she walks to the adjacent kitchen.]

My baking has been really improving. So, what will it be? Cupcake, Muffin, or Cookie?

[bestestfurrend]

A reward would be apurrpriate, yes yes!

[She bounces in Disciple's arms as she's carried to the kitchen. Yay, baking! Sweets!]

Cupcake! With icing!

[feralfanatic]

Cupcake it is, then.

[She sets Nepeta down on the counter, with a ruffle of her hat, as the elder oliveblood goes to open the refrigerator. Once it is open she fishes out two objects: a small pink box, and a container of milk. She had some cupcakes left over from her last batch which were still quite fresh and tasty. A friend had recently introduced her to the concept of 'double' chocolate. She was instantly sold.]

[The older troll pours them both milk, and hands Nepeta her glass, followed by a very rich, dark-colored cupcake.]

In honor of your amazing jump, Kit, my latest creation. Enjoy.

[Which happened to be a rick dark chocolate cupcake, with chocolate chips, chocolate Icing, and chocolate sprinkles. She may have gone a little overboard with the chocolate.

[bestestfurrend]

[Nepeta swings her legs as she watches Disciple go fetch them their tasty snack from the fridge, her heels drumming against the cupboard door beneath her.

Having a routine like this, snuggles and then treats and then more snuggles, is a big part of the reason she's so very comfortable and happy living here. It's good to have a Mamacat.]

This looks so good!

[And it does! Look at all that chocolate! Nepeta can't stop staring at it at first, and when she finally takes a great big bite her face lights up.]

Mmmmmmmm!

[feralfanatic]

I am glad you enjoy it, Kit. My new friend Italy has been teaching me some recipes that have really turned out quite amazingly.

[Disciple takes her own cupcake, and takes a bite. She savors the taste of the different types of chocolate working together trying to kill her... it was some sort of... death by chocolate.]

[bestestfurrend]

Oh, I know Italy! He likes kitties too, doesn't he?

[Nepeta is making a gigantic mess of her face, chocolate smeared everywhere. It's the only way to eat a quadruple-chocolate cupcake like this one!]

[feralfanatic]

Yes. That is actually how we met. I sent that message over the network on the day Darkleer got me that room full of kittens. He responded and we sort of hit it off. Especially when I found out he has a bakery. We offered to trade recipes.

[Yes, the only way. Which is why even Disciple's face is marred by chocolate. Not nearly as bad as her daughter's but she is making an honest effort at it. Though Nepeta might want to watch herself, or mamacat might decide that her little kit needs a bath.]

[bestestfurrend]

What else did he show you how to make? These are really good!! The best!

[Uh oh! She seems to be unaware of the danger as chocolate steadily accumulates on her face at almost the same rate as it's accumulating in her tummy.]

[feralfanatic]

He has been telling be about the applications of using cinnamon and creme cheese together to make various confections. They all sound quite promising.

I am glad you like them, it makes me really happy, but...

[Disciple fixes Nepeta with an impish look.]

Oh dear, just look at you. This simply will not do.

[Nepeta is jumped by her mamacat, as she proceeds to start cleaning the mess off her face in a way only a troll who loves to pretend to be a cat would be okay with. Tongue bath time.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Cinnamon and cream cheese do sound quite amazing, and Nepeta is so busy imagining the possibilities that she doesn't notice that impish look in time.]

At me? What's wrong with...Mama!

[She squeals and flails about, but nowhere near hard enough to really escape Disciple's grip. There's much giggling and squirming as her Mamacat cleans her face up for her the one true kitty way.]

[feralfanatic]

There you go.

[She says after having finally clearing her daughters face of the errant chocolate.]

All better.

[Oh but whats this? It seems Disciple herself has some chocolate on her own cheek. Chocolate that she does not seem aware of.]

[bestestfurrend]

Are you suuure?

[She laughs - and pounces! It's her Mama's turn to be groomed now.]

[feralfanatic]

Yes, I... OH!

[Cue mamacat's turn to start fidgeting. That is, until she realizes exactly what was happening. The elder oliveblood giggles and plays nice to allow Nepeta to finish her grooming. Turnabout was fair play, after all.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Nepeta dutifully cleans her Mamacat's cheek until it's nice and shiny - and then with a giggle pretends she's trying to eat her nose.]