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Entry 477; Day 814
Mar. 13th, 2011 06:01 pm[Voice Post]
(Click.))
((A little soft fumbling, furry sounds, murmurs, a small sound somewhere between purring and a meow. It takes a moment or two. Some sounds like a very small throat being cleared. Then a voice--Cain's voice, but so much smaller, strange-sounding, vaguely...feline.))
No, there. Ah--it always takes a moment. You'd think I'd be better at this by now. It's easier with the--
--larger device. Just like that.
So I've found myself a cat today. Yet again. I knew it the moment I opened my eyes and found my room to seem far larger than it had last night. And it was thereafter I found my whiskers, paws, tail, ears--all the rest of it. It takes longer to get used to the teeth, though.
I'd rather hoped that I could escape it this weekend, but it doesn't seem as though I'm to have that much fortune.
Princess Rosella, it would seem our ideas about these monthly weekends of pandemonium, and perhaps about the curses in general, are not quite correct.
I suppose only in the City could I say that waking up to find myself turned into a cat causes me more annoyance than alarm--indeed, I was waiting to see if I was going to be cursed into this shape again or not, and use that as proof one way or another.
In the meantime, I think I've learned a bit from having woken up with whiskers before. I can turn on and use my Network device, get myself out of my room, up across the roof, out the window, down to the kitchen, through secret passages, into the cupboards--nearly anywhere I could go as a human, and perhaps more places, given my smaller size.
Anyway, Kassandra and Noir seem as calm as ever about my being rather like them again. And, as usual, Kassandra insisted that I be well-groomed before she would leave me alone. That really is always a bit much. Noir is always calm when I'm in this shape and doesn't seem to treat me especially differently either way. But what else could one expect of a clockwork cat? Perhaps Kassandra's only particularly maternal. I've no idea.
Well, given the chaos on the Network and in the City streets, I think I can find ways to entertain myself, even if I have a tail and whiskers.
I will be coming to the café this afternoon, if enough of the staff are able to work today. If not, I will be coming to close it until the curse has passed. A cat in a café isn't such a peculiar sight, surely.
I'll go out at night again this time, I think. Cats are quite able to see in the dark, aren't they? Yes, I think I will go out tonight. And we'll see what the night holds for me in this shape.
Riff, I think I shall want a dish of tea--or perhaps more cream than tea--this afternoon. Provided you can still make tea, of course, and haven't been cursed as badly as I have.
As little as I'm troubled by this shape, it is rather disappointing to find myself in it again and to find my theories proven false.
((A moment or two more of fumbling: damnable paws. Ah, but there's the button.))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: Kitteh!Cain is a kitteh. More than just "That Monthly Cat Thing," this time Cain's being a cat proves that his theories about the curses are, well, wrong. Sorry, Cain. On top of that, it seems brother Jez is also a cat. Meeee~ow.]
(Click.))
((A little soft fumbling, furry sounds, murmurs, a small sound somewhere between purring and a meow. It takes a moment or two. Some sounds like a very small throat being cleared. Then a voice--Cain's voice, but so much smaller, strange-sounding, vaguely...feline.))
No, there. Ah--it always takes a moment. You'd think I'd be better at this by now. It's easier with the--
--larger device. Just like that.
So I've found myself a cat today. Yet again. I knew it the moment I opened my eyes and found my room to seem far larger than it had last night. And it was thereafter I found my whiskers, paws, tail, ears--all the rest of it. It takes longer to get used to the teeth, though.
I'd rather hoped that I could escape it this weekend, but it doesn't seem as though I'm to have that much fortune.
Princess Rosella, it would seem our ideas about these monthly weekends of pandemonium, and perhaps about the curses in general, are not quite correct.
I suppose only in the City could I say that waking up to find myself turned into a cat causes me more annoyance than alarm--indeed, I was waiting to see if I was going to be cursed into this shape again or not, and use that as proof one way or another.
In the meantime, I think I've learned a bit from having woken up with whiskers before. I can turn on and use my Network device, get myself out of my room, up across the roof, out the window, down to the kitchen, through secret passages, into the cupboards--nearly anywhere I could go as a human, and perhaps more places, given my smaller size.
Anyway, Kassandra and Noir seem as calm as ever about my being rather like them again. And, as usual, Kassandra insisted that I be well-groomed before she would leave me alone. That really is always a bit much. Noir is always calm when I'm in this shape and doesn't seem to treat me especially differently either way. But what else could one expect of a clockwork cat? Perhaps Kassandra's only particularly maternal. I've no idea.
Well, given the chaos on the Network and in the City streets, I think I can find ways to entertain myself, even if I have a tail and whiskers.
I will be coming to the café this afternoon, if enough of the staff are able to work today. If not, I will be coming to close it until the curse has passed. A cat in a café isn't such a peculiar sight, surely.
I'll go out at night again this time, I think. Cats are quite able to see in the dark, aren't they? Yes, I think I will go out tonight. And we'll see what the night holds for me in this shape.
Riff, I think I shall want a dish of tea--or perhaps more cream than tea--this afternoon. Provided you can still make tea, of course, and haven't been cursed as badly as I have.
As little as I'm troubled by this shape, it is rather disappointing to find myself in it again and to find my theories proven false.
((A moment or two more of fumbling: damnable paws. Ah, but there's the button.))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: Kitteh!Cain is a kitteh. More than just "That Monthly Cat Thing," this time Cain's being a cat proves that his theories about the curses are, well, wrong. Sorry, Cain. On top of that, it seems brother Jez is also a cat. Meeee~ow.]