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Cid was not expecting the cat to appear where he did or to suddenly drop a dead mouse. "Don't know how to tell you this kitty but, uh. We don't eat mice." So this was not a fair trade, obviously, but he could appreciate the effort.

He glanced over to Wendy then back to the ridiculously large, fluffy cat. "Does this mean my place has mice? I'm so not down with that." Which then lead to another thought. "... and when the ******** did he have time to catch and kill a mouse since we saw him?" What was he? Some kind of super awesome ninja mousing cat?

The cat did look friendly and it was fluffy and Cid was going forward to hold out a hand for him to sniff at. (He had learned his lesson years ago about petting strange cats. Rabies shots were no joke.) Cid made a face, looking towards Wendy again. "He definitely could use a bath." The smell.

Cid just stuck his tongue out at Wendy about everyplace having mice. It was true but ... mice.

Since Wendy managed to get a few scitches in, the short man was reaching forward as well - even if he was making sure to keep the takeout container away for the moment. No free handouts for the moment.

"He is a tank," Cid muttered. "I mean, I know cats get big but ... he's huge!" Which he had seen but now up close it was even more noticeable that he was enormous and fluffy and so, so weird with those eyes. His head tilted a moment as his fingers moved through the fur.

"Hey, what's that in his fur under his chin?" Since Wendy was doing the head scritches.

"It is a beard." Totally a beard. Didn't matter if house cats couldn't really have beards or names, this one did. Cid was watching as Wendy scratched and investigated the kitty beard.

Then blinked when he saw sprouts of blue.

"What the ******** ******** is that s**t?" He was crouching to get a good look, to see the flowers that Wendy was touching. "That is ... uh." His eyes raised to meet the very sad looking blues of the grungy tank cat. "Kitty, you are one strange cat."

Not that he wasn't petting him still or inspecting the flowers. "Do you think maybe ..." Cid shook his head, letting the idea drift. "This is weird as ******** class="quote">

"... that's kind of what I was thinking," Cid replied, raking a hand through his hair and then fluffing it a bit out of nervousness. "It's just never seen it on a cat." A hand was reached out to help clean him off a bit, nails scratching at some of the bits of clumped mud he found in fur.

"Probably not the strangest thing in town at this point," he chuckled. Then the large cat started to purr and ******** was that loud. It seemed to reverberate in his chest and was ridiculously loud even for a house cat.

"Yeah, a flower beard. I may actually be jealous that he is sporting a better beard than I do." Cid had lit the joint back up and was in the middle of taking a hit when he noticed she was, of course, taking a picture of the cat.

"See this would be an even better pic if I still had mine." He had only recently went ahead and shaved himself clean, his hair dyed back to black with that stray streak of blue buried somewhere. Cid was passing the joint back - both of them pros of handling joints and phones at the same time - so that he could get in the picture with the cat.

Cid had one of his token expressions on, just a little bit goofy but serious. He was quiet long enough for her to get a couple pictures taken with him in various poses. "... he's got to have a cool a** name so you can tag him."

"... are you ******** kidding me?" Cid was looking up at her, already grinning at her finger gun - it was a favorite thing of his that she did - but then it turned into near maniacal laughter.

"That," he said between bits of laughter, "is brilliant. You are a beautiful sparkling marvelous bedazzled unicorn." His glasses were lifted up away from his eyes to wipe away a stray tear, he was laughing so hard.

Not that Catwall seemed to mind. No, as it were he had found the unattended container of chinese.

A damn opportunist.

Cid practically beamed at being called his shop mascot because it was so true. His arm snaked out, wriggling and wrapping it's way around Wendy's waist as he stood up properly. The abandoned joint was picked back up and lit.

"It'd be pretty ******** awesome to have him hang out at the shop. I bet it would be killer for business."

Catwall did not seem to mind at all the takeout, in fact he scarfed it down pretty damn quick and was licking himself clean in moments. "... though I am pretty sure with his size and how fast he ate that, he could probably eat someone out of house and home, jesus."

Cid was busy rubbing his face into Wendy's hair a moment - she was taller, okay, so he took anymore with them standing that he could do so - before he glanced towards the cat again.

"... could probably get some Blackwall stuff going for him." His eyes lighted up at the possibilities. "Somehow the idea of a cat eating people out of house and home is hilarious, I mean they're competitive eaters, so."

His fingers wriggled again towards Catwall, watching as he hopped back up into the chair and stared at them. Apparently he would just sit and stare at them sadly instead of pushing for pets like most cats.

"Really, he even has that Blackwall look in his eyes. What did the world do to you, Catwall, what did the world do?"