I think I’m responding to his cat side. -grins and sits down- Peter… hmmm… I dunno if he likes Peter. -the cat makes himself at home- And now I can’t move. -reaches over and grabs his notebook- Yep, English Breakfast, blonde and two legs please.
Could be that too… - chuckles and goes to make the tea, leaning over the counter to watch as the jug boils - He doesn’t? No, I didn’t think as much. Can you get a name off him?
Cats usually hate me. I’ve always been a goldfish/turtle type person. -chuckles as the cat nuzzles under his chin and starts purring and drooling- Do you have a name, ginger puss? -tickles under his chin- Have you given him a name?
- waves his fingers - ah, he’s responding to your fae side… makes sense. I tried to call him Peter but I’m not sure it stuck… - stretches and then stands up - do you want another drink?
-stares at the cat and then picks him up, expecting it to claw him, but its calm and docile and just flops on him- Heh, well, he’s cute. -frowns and looks at it- I don’t think… I don’t think he has a home.
- tilts his head and watches as the cat cuddles up to Bernard - he certainly seems to like you anyway. Careful though, he could turn at any time. He clawed me up last night for rolling onto his side of the bed.
Oh. Okay. -squints at him- Are you sure it’s not someone else’s? Does it have a collar?
Not at all, how could I be sure of that? - shakes his head and ruffles the cat’s fur - no collar though.
You wanted to talk, R— uh, Dad?
I have a cat now. It followed me home and moved in.
Haven’t seen you for awhile.. Was afraid you had disappeared.
I’ve been trying to reconnect with my oldest son. It hasn’t always been fun
There’s no excuse to be bored. Sad, yes. Angry, yes. Depressed, yes. Crazy, yes. But there’s no excuse for boredom, ever.