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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Merebaise was pleased to see her pet up and about. If had been sick for much longer, she would have been forced to kill him to take him out of his misery and thin the herd. This was much easier.

But staying in the room and looking after him for so long had given her cabin fever. She felt the need to explore her new surrounding and find out who she would have to beat up to become Queen of this dump.

_{[[OOC: For anyone (and any pets) who wish to meet the OMGSCARYKITTY!]]}

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[nadiathesaint]

Furrball ran by with a blue teddy bear clutched in his jaws, then screeched to a halt when he saw Merdebaise. He dropped the bear at her feet.

//My lady! You are looking more glorious than ever before!//

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

//...What the hell is this?//

[nadiathesaint]

//A bear, my Lady! I am going to tree it for you!//

The teddy bear lay inert at her feet.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

//...This is a toy. A kitten could tree it, provided that it had a decent throwing neck/jaw.//

[nadiathesaint]

Furrball blinked, confused. Toy? Then how had it beaten--

Furrball was never, ever going to mention that.

//It was the only bear I could find.//

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

If cats could sigh, Merdebaise would be doing it right now. //Did you try going outside?//

[nadiathesaint]

Ohhh, Furrball couldn't do that. Nadia would sulk. And when Nadia sulked, bad things happened.

He wasn't going to mention that, either.

//Um, no?//

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

//There are bears out there. Once you've treed three real bears, come talk to me.//

[nadiathesaint]

Furrball wibbled. //But-but . . . my Lady. . . .//

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Again, an almost sigh. //Yes, blue one?//

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson is poking around.

Not doing anything wrong.

Or being a bad little monkey.

Just scampering along.

As per usual.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

//You! Tree climber! What do you call yourself?//

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Luckily for both of them, Mr. Neilson speaks her language.

//Unfortunately, I do not have a name in your language lady.//, he says in Cat.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

//Very well then, I shall name you. I dub thee Tree Climber Who Speaks the High Language. Or TCWSHL.//

It makes sense in Cat.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

//You are to kind.//

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

//I know,// Merdebaise said, //Do you belong to any of the walking apes here?//

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim had managed to make it to the third floor common room after his meeting with Berthold (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/691462.html?thread=45672198#t45672198). He now exited, still in pajama pants and t-shirt (Flatbush High Drug Free Zone), a glass of orange juice in his hand.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Merdebaise eyed this new human with disdain and meowed angrily at him, just for existing.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim nodded at the cat. "Morning." he said cordially.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Meredbaise stared at the human and pondered beating him up and setting up a totem of him as a message to other humans.

Not because she thought he was a threat, but because it paid to let people know who was boss early on.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim leaned against the wall and pressed the cold glass against his forehead for a moment then took a drink from it. "Oh, that's better." He'd stopped paying attention to the cat for the moment.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

This human was not paying attention to Merdebaise. This was not pleasing to her.

She walked over and batted Tim's leg.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim started, and looked down. "Oh, hi sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you.'

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

That was better. Merdebaise batted her tail and stared up at Tim expectantly.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Cat's liked head skritches right? He crouched down, seeing if he could gauge the mood of the cat for that sort of thing. (yeah right, good luck with that silly human)

He put out his hand, palm up for it to sniff. If TS Elliot and Weber had taught him anything it's that you should let the cat make the first move.