Fourth floor common room, Thursday afternoon

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After work, Jude had headed back towards the dorm with a couple of kitties in his pockets but he seemed to have avoided most of the plague. He sprawled over a couch in the common room, his eyes drifting closed in a pre-work nap.

Then the kitties appeared. First one, then a few more, curling up on his chest or sprawling over an outflung limb until very soon Jude resembling nothing more than a furry, purring, slowly rising and falling mound on a couch.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww . . .