Slinking unenthusiastically into the ice cream shop, Drea let out an apathetic, obviously exaggerated yawn. Though quite a few new Flurries roamed what she once considered her domain, each ripe with the chance to irritate like some kind of lactose fruit--a coconut, perhaps, who knows?--our citrus feline fatale yearned instead for a familiar set of whiskers and tail. And so, her wish was granted as she spotted a minty Flurry crouched down on top of a counter. Grinning mischieviously and preparing to pounce, Drea meowed a happy "TAKUUUUUUU!" and jumped up onto the counter, or, more specifically, his back. She followed that with some kind of graceful flip and landing on all fours behind him, as cats usually do. Laughing a kitty laugh and raising a paw, as if to point, she grinned even more and took no notice of the blue and red female below him.
"Gotcha!"
Of course, this was all in good fun; in Drea's book, anyway. Chances were that Taku didn't quite appreciate the 'kind' gesture.