02-21-2022, 08:35 PM
As the other trudged through the cold and padded into their home, he gestured down at the welcoming mat and mimicked cleaning his paws off so that they would get the message, only to pat the mat afterwards. Given the obvious guest policy, he slammed the door behind them, but made sure to check if there were others outside beforehand. No one else. Hopefully, the rest were inside, but he was unsure of it. Whatever.
Clearing his throat, he responded bluntly. "Yes, it fucking is," came his agreement. The feline began to meander towards his pile of blankets again, stretching out beforehand with a yawn. "Mother nature needs to get back into heat." Cold-hearted bitch... Literally at the moment.
Paws paused at the edge of his blankets. He wanted to keep them all of himself, but with a guest in the house, he couldn't do such a thing. A reluctant sight left Atticus. His ears pinned back and canines dug into a fleece blanket as he leaned forward. Jolting back, one came loose from the pile. With his short, stout body, he dragged it towards the other and dropped it before their paws. He momentarily finagled with his tongue, now dry from the fabric. Spitting lightly, he used a claw to finesse a strand of hair out of his mouth. An omen towards a future hairball, perhaps?
Getting past his momentary struggle without awkward tension was going to be a struggle, so he just muttered on. "Warm up," he demanded lightheartedly.
Clearing his throat, he responded bluntly. "Yes, it fucking is," came his agreement. The feline began to meander towards his pile of blankets again, stretching out beforehand with a yawn. "Mother nature needs to get back into heat." Cold-hearted bitch... Literally at the moment.
Paws paused at the edge of his blankets. He wanted to keep them all of himself, but with a guest in the house, he couldn't do such a thing. A reluctant sight left Atticus. His ears pinned back and canines dug into a fleece blanket as he leaned forward. Jolting back, one came loose from the pile. With his short, stout body, he dragged it towards the other and dropped it before their paws. He momentarily finagled with his tongue, now dry from the fabric. Spitting lightly, he used a claw to finesse a strand of hair out of his mouth. An omen towards a future hairball, perhaps?
Getting past his momentary struggle without awkward tension was going to be a struggle, so he just muttered on. "Warm up," he demanded lightheartedly.
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WHAT IS IT ABOUT THEM ?
atticus — former pittian — they're nothing but unstable