ten_fwd | Cats are out of the bag

A few hours after the initial cat invasion, a pattern began to emerge, at least for Shadow. Cats he recognized by sound or by coat or how they greeted and recognized him. They were all his. The ones he saved from starvation or abuse or from being strays in a terrible place like the rogue isles.

So he has been collecting them, some, anyway, making sure they were put away in his quarters or isolated in ten fwd. He replicated food for them in the bar, made sure they were watered. There were plenty unaccounted for.

But him? he was looking for one particular cat. An abyssinian named Artemis. She was his baby, and he was damned if he was going too let anyone else take her, though he suspected many of the crew might be happy to take some of the cats if they were all stuck here.

He rumbles softly, almost a purr, what he did to call her as he walked down the halls. Eventually, such a cat did turn the corner, running at him and bumping foreheads. For anyone observing, there was a very clear bond between the two. She trills at him, and he scoops her up in his arms and snuggles with her. yup, they were as bosom buddies.

Aside from that, he leaves the following up on the PADD network;

Far as i can tell these cats are all from my world. They were cats I found and saved off streets of Nerva Archipegalo or Port oakes. Not good places. so they might be skittish. be good to them or you will have to deal with me.