Lazy Cat Days {Open to Students and Pets}

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

"Mew." Ha. I win. Pouncy sat, cleaning his claws. He turned to the rat. "Meowew?" What do you think? Should I let her go?

[Isabela Rivaini]

She HAD tried to eat him. No. Anders shook it out of his head. It was rude to treat anyone wrong, even cats. He learned this from watching all the people Isabela hurt. She was famous for it. "Eaak." Let her go, I guess.

[Doyle Blackwell]

Ignoring the conversation, Delia continued to swat at Pouncy's underbelly. "Mreaow, hisssss!" How dare you pin me, you fatcat! Where I come from, you would not get off so easily for doing so!

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

"Mew? Meow mew." Oh, and where are you from again? Egypt? Listen little goddess, you aren't in Pyramid town any more. I rule this school.

[Isabela Rivaini]

"EEK?" Your Egyptian? Oh, pardon me! Anders bowed to her. I didn't know you were royalty.

[Fionna White]

In slinked Cake, in her majestic, chubby kitty way. She flicked her tail back and forth as she walked, and her yellowed eyes fell on the group of cats, and the... morsel. With a sly feline smile, she strode up beside the fighting pair. "Meroww~" Hey ya'll, don't kill each other now. Your humans'll need ya around, hunny. She looked at the rat, and purred. And how~ she rubbed her tail beneath Anders' chin, are you doing, sweet thang?

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Sir-Pounce-A-Lot was surprised at the new cat's southern drawl. Delia he had immediately pinned as Egyptian, due to the way she carried herself. He was more of a regal Frenchman, due to the fact that his master, Mimiko, had gotten him during the middle of her Beaubatons career. The mouse was hard to pin: he seemed to be a mix-up of many different cultures, with no real definitive accent. Normally he would pin that as being an American mutt, but the mouse was far too refined for that.

But a southern drawl? How very unique. He nodded his head at her gracefully.

[Isabela Rivaini]

Anders blinked at her. A cat... being nice? He bowed to her as well. "E-aeek. Eak." Quite well, Ms. Cat. Thank you for asking. The name is Anders.

[Fionna White]

Aaanders~ she purred, licking her chops with closed eyes. Dat's cute. My name is Cake, like the sweet stuff hunny! She knew she shouldn't eat the rat, and she wouldn't since he was a pet, but the temptation was there. She slid away from him, back towards the other two felines. And ya'll are?

[Doyle Blackwell]

Delia squeezed out from under Pouncy and sat in front of Cake. My name is Delia, she replied, holding her head up high. She didn't like the way the new cat had been staring at her new rat 'friend'.

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Pouncy stood up and smiled, putting a paw to his chest. "Meow. Merow." I... Am Sir Pounce-A-Lot, Protector of France. He smiled regally.

[Isabela Rivaini]

Anders smiled at the new cat. "Eeek." Cake is a beautiful name. That's very unique.

[Fionna White]

Cake cackled-a kitty kind of laugh, I suppose-and held a paw out to them. She had seen Fionna do something similar, and knew it was a way of greeting someone. "Meroow~" Nice to meet ya'll. France, huh? So, are you a lover boy? She nodded her head towards the proud standing Delia, cackling again. Don't get too frisky kitty, don't want 'ne kittens runnin' around here now.

[Doyle Blackwell]

Delia gaped at Cake in only the way cats can. "Mraaaaow!" What!? W-why in the names of the gods would I ever-? I mean, he's so ooooold~, and fat! Degrading myself like- She couldn't even finish. Giving the two cats a sniff of disdain, she jumped up on the windowsill, muttering to herself the entire time.

[Mimiko Katsuragi]

Sir-Pounce-A-Lot smirked at her retreat. "Mew." She's a proud cat, that one. Don't underestimate her. He turned his eyes on Cake. "Meow?" So, what brings you here? Or, rather, whom?