On her way to her nightly shift over at Scandals, Jamie seemed to...not really be in a hurry, but her steps were certainly deliberate, like a woman on a mission, and with her hair back and legs bared, she was
slaying it.
But...bartender or no, she could not, would not ignore a cat who also seemed to...maybe not be on a mission, but certainly seemed to
like her without putting any effort forth herself!
Carefully, keeping the back of her skirt against the back of her legs, she crouched down, not immediately petting the cat -- even if she really
really wanted to -- but instead presenting her fingers, clean and well cared for if not pained at the moment.
"Well look at you there, sweetie," her voice seemed a little bit lower than most would expect from a woman, but oh, her facial expression was nothing but pure bliss, seeing what seemed to be a cute animal on her way to work. "You must be missing your home, there's no way you could be a stray and this friendly, this well cared for." Still, fingers remained out and her eyes remained on the cat, only slightly aware of her surroundings. What? Cats were very important.
Very important.
