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It seemed like the kitties tummy was her soft spot. Calintha could sense the excitement in the tailless cat as it began eating. The girl smiled at the little noises that it made when it ate, accompanied by the little tinkling bell. "It would be nice to have a kitty like you, to have someone around the apartment waiting for me." Having found such a polite cat, it made the girl want to find a cat of her own. Her voice was tinged with sadness and loneliness, made even more obvious by her expression. Normally it would have been more carefully guarded, but in her home with only an animal for company, she didn't bother.

"It looks like you already have an owner though, judging by that bell." Calintha wouldn't ever knowingly try and keep a cat that was owned by someone else. The girl took a few more bites of her own meal, enjoying it just as much as she had the night before. Fallon really was a wonderful chef.

"Hey, that's my hair band!" She smiled across from the little cat who was now sitting at about her chin level on the counter. So that is what the thudding had been about- she had climbed up onto her dresser to snitch an accessory. Not that it was a big deal, Calintha's hair was short enough where she didn't use them all that often.

The girl reached out with both hands and scratched behind the purple tinted ears of the offending cat. "If you'd rather, I think I have a couple of other things we could play with." They used to own a cat at her house, and Calintha was pretty sure she saw some toys when she was unpacking. It took her a few minutes of rummaging through drawers to find what she was looking for.

A small felt mouse with a longer string tail, and a ball of yarn. "Maybe one of these is more to your fancy?" If not, Calintha would be glad to play with her hair band. The girl offered out her arms, leaning in a little closer to give the kitten a small kiss on the nose.

As soon as the little cat snubbed her other play time objects, Calintha set them off to the side. To each their own- Calintha wasn't going to force a ball of yarn on it when it wanted to play with a hair band. The girl gathered the little cat up in her arms and set her down on the floor. It would be bad if they were playing and the cat accidentally back flipped off of the counter or something.

"You are pretty cute you know." The girl absentmindedly took a hold of the hairband in the cats mouth and tugged on it, making the red band stretch. She didn't pull too hard, so when she let go it didn't do much more than just pop back into place. "I wonder who takes care of you." Calintha was wondering out loud, unaware that the cat actually understood what she was saying. The owner was lucky to have such a cute little thing, though they should have been more careful about letting their cat wander off, particularly in the crime-filled streets of destiny city.

"So many bad things happen in this city, it would be a shame if you got hurt because you were wandering all alone." She reached out and ruffled the cat's forehead again, both affectionately and playfully, and gave her a small smile.

This cat was reminding her more and more of a dog every second of play time. It seemed to Calintha, anyways, that the little thing wanted to play fetch? She'd never heard of a cat playing fetch, but she supposed there were weirder things in the world. Calintha picked up the hair band and pulled it taught, sending it flying across the room in one smooth motion. She made sure to aim it to the left of the cat, making sure not to hit it inadvertently.

She smiled. "Do all animals make you want to talk to yourself like a crazy person?" Calintha avoided talking to her plants as much as she could, avoiding the awkward explanations to someone who might happen to walk in. Instead, she preferred to listen to music she could sing along with. She didn't mind it much, but Calintha was starting to feel a little weird talking to a cat like it understood her, even if she didn't understand that it did.

Calintha giggled at the kittens antics, as she flailed about trying to catch the tiny elastic hair band. In fact, she giggled so much that she literally fell over onto her side. "Good job little one." Managing to subdue her laughter, Cali picked up the hair band again.

From her side, she managed to do few fake-out flings first, hoping to send the kitty running without a target. Finally, after that she sent the little band on a pop fly, far above the cat's head. She smiled at how puppy like the little cat was. Though, there was something very cat-ish about her. Mostly, the strange way she stared into your eyeballs when you talked, like she could understand. The bell on the collar and the ears were dead giveaways too, but little ones attitude was pure puppy.

Calintha was enjoying playing the simba version of 'fetch and pounce' with the tailless cat. The next few minutes were filled with giggles, laughter, and the gentle tinkling of the silver bell tied around the cats neck. The fakeouts happened a few times more, but erratically, keeping the small cat on her toes.

Eventually the cat just sort of wandered away from the hairband, leaving it in the middle of her floor. Calintha picked up the small black band and pulled it onto her wrist before turning to follow the cat.

The strange thing about this cat is that it was oddly... specific, for lack of a better word. It had a way of conveying exactly what it wanted to happen by just using cat noises. It was so strange and different from most other cats she had met before, but Calintha was beginning to expect it from this cat. So when it walked to the counter and trilled (adorably), the blonde girl knew pretty much exactly what the cat was getting at.

Stepping over to the counter, she carefully grabbed the leftover cream and set it down on the kitchen floor, moving it to the cat instead of vice versa. Cali knew enough to know to not to both a cat while it was eating or drinking, so the girl merely rocked back on her heels and sat cross legged a little ways away on the floor; watching as the cat licked up the rest of its dinner.

She was a little sad though, knowing that it was almost time to have to let the little cat go. It was almost assured that whoever owned the precious cat would be looking for her by now, and Calintha couldn't keep her forever.

Calintha smiled, albeit a bit sadly, before walking over to where the small cat was pawing at the door. She didn't bother with shoes, knowing it would be a short walk down to the door and back. The blonde opened up the door with a small click, and followed the cat out into the hallway, leaving the door ajar behind her.

Remembering the stairs, and knowing that this kitty certianly didn't mind being picked up, Calintha gathered her up fairly quickly. She made short work of the stairs before opening the lower door and setting the little cat down. "It was fun, little one." She reached out to pet behind her ears one last time. "If you ever need a place to go, just find me here alright? So she was a little crazy, but it was alright. Plenty of people talked to animals like they were humans, so it wasn't so bad that she was giving the cat directions that it couldn't understand.

"Be safe." She smiled and waited for the cat to leave her doorstep, before going back up the stairs to clean up impromptu cat-dinner dishes.