[REG] Santa Cat, or something like it (********* + Ainsley)[FIN]

[LizzyMoo]

********* was a lump of snow.

She hadn't meant to be a lump of snow, but that ended up being the case. The tailless cat wasn't usually a very nappish manx, but when she got the chance, she'd do just that. It was the middle of the day, and she had managed to find a decent clearing in the park that seemed like a perfect kitty-nest. Maybe it was because someone had molded the snow to look almost like a bed. Or maybe the snow just fell that way?

Either way, it looked cozy enough. Nestling down in the snow, the feline dozed off, despite the cold. It honestly would have been the perfect time for some sort of Negaverse agent to sneak up and steal her away. That was a matter for another time. Closing her eyes, the cat drifted off. While she slept and most likely dreamed of delicious sugar plums, the snow began to fall from the sky again. It was a bit lighter than some of the snowfalls prior, but it steadily buried the feline under the pale powder. Soon enough all that was visible of the cat were her ears, peering out slightly from a pile of snow.  

[Appeal]

It was afternoon and Ainsley had not been able to find Santa yet. She had looked all over the place for the jolly old man, determined to find him and make sure he knew she was no longer living with her mother, or her father and was now staying with her sister. She just had to find him! How else would Santa be able to find her? She couldn't have that. The thought alone made the small child cling to her white plush bunny Octavian Oswald in her arms.

The bunny was relatively quiet, which was odd. Usually if Ainsley squeezed him too hard he would protest, but he was quiet as the two strolled through the park in search for a man in red and white. His silence might have been result from their previous attempts to speak to men in red and white, only to find out they were Santa but just Detroit Red Wings fans.

At this point she found herself in a clearing in the park with no sign of Santa anywhere. All she found were these two strange lumps sticking out of the snow... huh? Ainsley found herself staring at the strange shapes peeking out of the snow. Thinking she seen something move, the small child stepped back and questioned Octavian Oswald, "Did that just move?" Positioning the white rabbit's paw in one of her hands, Ainsley pushed Octavian Oswald forward until it was close enough to poke the "ears" in the snow.

 

[LizzyMoo]

The world was starting to to faze back into the cat's sleepy body, and it was starting to feel cold. As a result, her ears twitched slightly. Her eyes slowly opened up, only for her to see all white.

In a groggy manner, the small lump of snow mewled out. The world wasn't usually all white, was it?  

[Appeal]

"Ah!" The small child squeaked which was followed by her dropping her precious white plush bunny, prince Octavian Oswald, onto the lump of snow. Oh no! Ainsley thought as she realized she had dropped Octavian Oswald in a lump of snow and with haste, she went to pick up the bunny from the snow. "What's..." she started saying as she had pulled the bunny off of the snow with one arm to reveal what seemed to be a patch of colour. A furry patch of colour. The child's curiosity overcame her and while pushing her bunny to one arm she used the other to clear the snow off of the fur to finally reveal... a cat!

"Oh no!" She said with a very worried face and held out her arms so the cat could climb into them. "You must be so cold!"

 

[LizzyMoo]

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact the cat was so cold that her senses had been dulled a bit. Or perhaps she honestly just didn't notice that very faint itching of the brain. Regardless, to *********, this girl was just another little girl. One who had very warm looking arms at the moment. With the snow dusted off her spotted fur, she stretched slightly before standing up, back arching down in a single fluid motion. Once on her feet, the cat almost seemed to toddle up to the girl. For being the stray that she was, she was extremely trusting, not hesitating in the slightest to make a nest in the girl's outstretched arms. Once in her new resting place, the cat began purring softly.

It was already drastically nicer.  

[Appeal]

Ainsley smiled and wrapped her warm arms around the poor, freezing; small, purple and tailless cat as gently as she could while still holding the cat firmly enough that she wouldn't drop the cat when she finally stood up out of the snow herself. She hoped her dear white bunny plush Octavian Oswald wouldn't mind the company.

"Oh kitty, the snow is not a safe place to sleep," she said as she brushed the remaining snow off the poor cat's head to reveal what Ainsley thought was a very interesting pattern on the cat's forehead. It looked like a star while the rest of her pattern was spots? The small child thought it was the most adorable thing ever! To make Ainsley smile ever more, the cat she had found was purring!

"What a cute little star pattern you have on your head," she mentioned as she begun to walk away from the snow bed she had found the cat in. She couldn't believe that someone would leave a cat outside in this weather and leave a poor little cat with no choice but to sleep in a pile of snow! Ainsley wouldn't have that, not at all.

"You don't have a home so you have to sleep in the snow?" She asked the cat as if she'd actually get an answer from the little feline. "Well don't worry! You can come home with me and Octavian Oswald." She motioned her head to point to the plush bunny squished under the cat before she continued talking to her new friend.

Along with being cold, the cat looked pretty hungry. Ainsley would not have that. They would go to her place and she would find lots of food to feed the kitty. "We'll get you some food when we get home."

 

[LizzyMoo]

Ah, if only the cat was up for conversation right now. She would have had a few choice things to say if she wasn't so groggy. ********* probably would have agreed to the fact that she was, indeed, a rather adorable cat with a rather adorable set of patterns to her fur. She wasn't vain, but she knew she was one heck of a cutie pie when she wanted to be.

The mention of having no home would have probably gotten a comment about it being a matter of perspective. One could look at it as ********* had no physical home to go to. Or, one could look at it as the cat did. The world was her home. The world was filled with many kind people, including this little girl that the manx was snuggling up against. Whoever this Octavian Oswald was, ********* would have to wait til later to introduce herself to him (as she had yet to figure out the stuffed animal beneath her was indeed the companion the child spoke of).

For the remainder of the "ride," the small pale cat was a good passenger, merely snuggling and purring. The mention of food hadn't been ignored, but the only change that was noticeable was the fact ********* started purring a bit louder.

Food was always a good thing.  

[Appeal]

All of the purring the cat had been doing only managed to make Ainsley giggle and smile as she had left the park behind and was walking down the sidewalk. She was sort of getting the hang of where things were but once and awhile she still managed to get lost. It seemed the darker and later it was outside the more likely the small child would lose her sense of direction. Thankfully, it was still quite early out and the small child managed to make it home without getting her and the cat lost in the wrong end of the city.

"We're here," she said as she quietly walked up the couple steps and then played tango with the various animals in her arms as she managed to open and the door and go inside of the house. She didn't hear anything inside of the house. It seemed Bell wasn't home. Ainsley slipped her shoes off and then padded across the floor and to the kitchen where she softly put the cat she had been carrying onto the kitchen table.

"Sit here!" She said as she then proceeded to put her white plush bunny Octavian Oswald on one of the chairs. She gave a good look between the two and then announced, "I'll get you something to eat!" before dashing over the kitchen floor and to the cabinets where she grabbed a plate and then a glass. With a second thought, she put the glass back in the cabinet and grabbed a bowl before taking them over to the counter. She opened the fridge after a few good tugs on the handle and found some milk and poured it as carefully as she could into the bowl before putting the milk container back into the fridge and then going into the lower cabinet. She dug around a bit and then finally found a box of cookies. They were for Santa though.

Ainsley thought hard on the matter and in a hurry she put the box of cookies on the counter and with a "One second," she left the cat and bunny plush alone together in the kitchen. The plushe seemed to be looking at *********, its deep eyes looking into ********* as if it was trying to search her very soul. After a moment, Ainsley popped back into the kitchen with a small santa hat in her hands. She often put it on Octavian Oswald to celebrate the holidays but today it was going on Santa... Santa Cat!

She put the santa hat on the table and gave a smile to the kitty cat before she hurried over to the counter. She could only go so fast, it wasn't safe to run in the house! After finally getting the box of cookies and taking some out of the box and onto the plate she had put on the counter earlier she put the box back into the cabinet and carefully picked both the bowl and plate up and slowly moved over to the table. She didn't want to spill any milk so the child was moving like an old fashioned zombie including speed and the way her arms were in front of her.

Getting to the table finally, she gently put the bowl beside the cat and the cookies beside the milk before trying to put the santa hat on the cat. She hoped the cat would keep it on as she tried to explain the need for it. "These cookies were for santa, but you can be santa for now. He'll understand!" She said as she thought about how she would get more cookies out for the other santa later. With that thought, she took a seat with Octavian Oswald and watched to see if the cat would eat.

 

[LizzyMoo]

Kitchen tables were not nearly as cozy as the arms of a child. ********* took sleepy note of this. When she was set onto the furniture, the cat seemed to flatten out as best as she could, doing her impression of a pancake. Her purring quieted down, but it didn't vanish. There was another mention of food, so she just flat out couldn't stop.

As the child scampered off to do whatever it was she was planning to do, the cat closed her eyes and just seemed to take in the warmth of the room. She had to definitely agree this was much better than snow. I'll consider this a break for now... ********* couldn't afford to stay too long. She had places to go. People to see. Senshi to awaken!

Speaking of senshi to awaken...something was itching her brain... something...

Before she had much longer to think about the condition of her brain, the cat once more was scooped up. Without any sort of struggle the cat gained a hat upon her head. It was not the first time she had worn a cat, but it did always seem a bit weird to wear such things while in this form. Especially since there were no ear holes, causing her ears to get smooshed into the cloth. She mewed out inquisitively at the explanation and groggily opened up an eye to try to get a hold on the situation. However, her eye wouldn't give her the information she needed. Oh no, her nose started to twitch, gathering the smells in the immediate vicinity.

There were cookies.

Another twitch of the nose.

And milk!

Once settled down again, the cat almost seemed to roll into the direction of the milk. It was easiest to finish up first, since it went down so easily in comparison to cookies. Carefully, she got to her paws, but only long enough to get her immediately in front of the bowl, then crouch down in front of it. Her eyes closed and she began to lap up the milk. Considering how sleepy the manx had been acting, it was actually quite amazing that she was able to polish off the milk in 3 minutes flat.

Letting out a content mewing sound, the cat then stood up again and made her way over to the cookies. Cookies, along with most other food that wasn't smooshed up ahead of time, took much longer to finish off. Yet, that didn't scare the cat away. Crouching down in front of the plate, the cat made herself comfortable as she began to work on the cookies. She'd bite, then nibble, then chew, then have to repeat such. It wasn't exactly exciting to watch, and in comparison to the milk, it was painfully slow.

However, the room was almost filled with the sound of her gentle purring as she continued to eat.  

[Appeal]

Ainsley watched in awe as the cat found the milk and cookies. She tried to stay quiet, hoping not to scare the cat into not eating the gifts she had given her. She waited, and watched and was not disappointed when the cat began to lap up the milk with the santa cat on its head. She wasn't sure... was the cat a girl or a boy kitty? Ainsley thought on it for a moment as the cat enjoyed the milk in front of it. It was a pretty sort of purple almost, which made Ainsley think the kitty was female.

She smiled, elbows on the table, and leaned in as she said, "Is it good?"

Hearing the cat's gentle and continual purring as it finished the milk and then moved onto eating the cookies, even at a slower rate, was enough to convince Ainsley that the cat did very much enjoy the food. Thinking this, the small child couldn't help but giggle just a little at the fact. The kitty was happy! Oh, Santa Cat. It was nice to give to Santa for a change!

She couldn't help but pet the cat a little as it was nibbling away at the cookies. She was such a soft kitty, and so cute! Ainsley wondered if Bell would let her keep the kitty. It couldn't possibly have a home, it was sleeping in the snow and was all cold and hungry! With the thought of hunger, Ainsley wondered if the cat would want more and questioned the small cat with a simple, "More?"

 

[LizzyMoo]

This girl knew how to make a cat feel loved. Especially THIS cat. Every so often, green eyes glanced up to the child, and found a pair looking right back to her. Maybe the hat made her easier to look at? The center of attention. The hat must have been a magical spotlight! A magical spotlight hat that made her brain itchy.

Gosh, what in the world was causing her brain to get so itchy?! Both of her ears flicked slightly in annoyance. However, one word did manage to get the cat's attention.

More? MOOOOORE?!!!

Even if she hadn't finished her current cookies, the cat let out an enthusiastic mewing sound as if to say "Yes, please!"  

[Appeal]

Ainsley nearly exploded with a squeal of joy when she heard the small cat mew with enthusiasm. She certainly understood what that meant, the kitty wanted more! This excited Ainsley greatly, knowing she was pleasing the cat. "Okay!" She said as she gently leaned over and pulled out the bowl that had the milk in it from beside ********* and held it carefully in her hands as she stood up and scurried over to the counter while ********* was finishing up the cookies.

She put the bowl on the counter and then grabbed a piece of paper towel and put that beside it. After a moment she looked back at ********* and giggled before she opened the fridge instead of the cabinet this time. She hung off the door of the fridge and stared inside, thinking for a long moment. Finally, she moved her arm inside and pulled out a little container of yogurt. Using a spoon, she scooped a bit of it into the bowl she had originally had the milk in before putting the container back inside.

Yogurt itself wasn't a good enough meal! The small child shook her head and then buried it back into the fridge in search for more food. She seemed to dig around for a good while until she pulled out what seemed to be left over meat from a previous meal. Kitties liked meat, right? Ainsley thought for a moment before nodding to herself and putting that on the paper towel she had pulled out prior.

She closed the fridge door and then she grabbed the bowl and paper towel in either of her hands and then scurried back to *********. "I'm back! I hope you like meat." She announced to the small cat as she placed the bowl and paper towel back in her reach and sat down again. Elbows on the table and leaning forward, Ainsley grinned as she watched the cat.

 

[LizzyMoo]

As the cat continued to work on her cookies, she noticed the bowl was picked up and the child trotted off to go refill it. Considering that cookies went beautifully with milk, it made sense that the girl was getting her more milk. Ah yes, ********* would have something wash down the dryness of her throat after eating cookies.

Her nose did twitch slightly as the girl began to approach again. She didn't need to be told that there was meat, because her little nose had already given her the heads up. The cookies had almost vanished by the time the girl returned, only one quarter of a cookie left. Seeming a bit more alert now, she sat herself upright, looking almost attentively at the child as she set the bowl and paper towel on the ground.

Yogurt wasn't milk, but it did work as a beverage (********* knew this due to previous adventures). Abandoning the crumbly quarter cookie, the cat put all of her attention on the yogurt, lapping it up eagerly. The only downside to yogurt was it was more solid. So after a bit of lapping up, the poor cat had quite a mess upon her face (heaven forbid if this was a colored yogurt). Liquid (or semi-liquid) was always much easier to put away, and soon enough the manx had magically made the bowl of yogurt disappear.

God, this is so good... I am definitely going to be waddling out of here tonight though!

Almost to match her thoughts, ********* seemed to almost roll over to the paper towel. There was more food to be had still. Licking her maw, she then began meal number 4. Mmmmmmm, meat!  

[Appeal]

Ainsley was most pleased the cat was enjoying the food she had gotten for her, and watched contently as it went from lapping up the yogurt and then making a mess over her face to then eating the leftover meat she had brought with hit. The child was not concerned that she might be overfeeding the cat, but underfeeding it! It seemed to be so hungry and didn't hesitate to eat everything she brought out for it.

The child soon flopped over the table, arms against it while her chin pressed forward and against it. She was leaning, watching the cat. She wished she could have a kitty. Perhaps this kitty would stay with her! It didn't seem to have a home given how much it wanted to eat and the situation she had found it in. It didn't cross her mind that it would have an owner.

"Do you like it?" She asked as she gently rubbed her small hands over the cat's head before sliding them just behind the cat's ears where she scratched as she asked another question. "Do you want more?"

 

[LizzyMoo]

It was merely instinct at this point. ********* definitely liked the food and would be content with eating more, so she let out a rather enthusiastic mewing noise in response. Then her face almost seemed to smoosh back into the meat pile. Food and pettings, it was like she was at some sort of massage parlor! All of this attention was putting any notice of the itching in her mind to ease.