Summary:Deanna shows Maximus what cats are Log Info:Storyteller: {$storyteller} |
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Maximus is sitting on one of the benches in central park, looking at what is clearly a squirrel, and saying "Come here, kitty…its ok…I just want to pet you." In a cooing tone. The man appears to be ecclectically modern, and is wearing a leather skirt that is long, a mesh shirt, and his fingernails are painted black. Very goth…at the moment.
Deanna, nearing hte end of her daily walk, spots the odd behavior and… slows to a stop. She checks her fitbit, then her insulin pump, then makes her way over to the man calling the squirrel a cat.
Maximus looks up at Deanna and smiles at the older lady. Its overbroad, disconcerts some people. "Why hello there, walker. Tra-la-la."
Some. Not all. Deanna smiles back, that 'everyone's gramma' smile.
"It's Deanna, actually. Nice to meet you," she says stepping forward to offer her hand for a shake.
Maximus reaches out to take her hand and shakes it capably enough. "I am Max-i-mus. I tried to buy this place…you know. The city wouldn't sell." He grins crookedly and doesn't seem to be serious. "The trees are nice. The cats are really odd looking though. And skittish."
"You tried to buy CEntral Park?" the elder woman asks, sounding a bit confused. But some people are a little touched special.
"I'm sory they wouldn't sell. The city can be like that. But, it's nice to meet you Max-i-mus. You like cats then?"
"I just wanted a place with trees…a place I could…feel like I could breathe. I should likely just…move somewhere else. I like cats. Where I am from though, we don't have any." That does explain some stuff. Maximus makes a gesture towards the other side of teh bench.
"No cats? What a sad place," Deanna says, hand coming up to her chin.
"Well, this is a public space for all of us to have a spot where we can come and breathe. Maybe that's why they didn't sell it, and … these? really aren't cats. They're squirrels. But if you want, I own a coffee shop with cats. I love cats. Did you want to go see some?"
Maximus arches his brows and stands up. He props his hands on his hips. "These aren't cats? Dammit. Ok. Yes, lets go see some cats."
.~{:-:[ Purrfection ]:---------—-:}~.
A comfortable cafe with pleasant sofas and arm chairs set where warm
sunlight can filter in. The air is filled with the gentle smell of coffee and
the gentle jingle of kitty collars. A sign on the front door lets everyone
know that this cafe has cats - plenty of cats - and that those with allergies
need to be careful. A chalk board declares the specials for the day, with
coffees, teas, and simple deli foods. There are signs in strategic places,
all cat memes, declaring that the cat is lying and has been fed.
Speaking of cats, there are cats everywhere. Cat trees and walkways near
the ceiling have cats of all types. Looking like an art installation, a grid
of cat pictures is the Adoption Wall, listing information about the various
cats and kittens up for adoption from the cafe. A side room is labeled Kitten
Korner, with a floor to ceiling window on both the street wall and the
interior wall. There's a kitten gate foyer to help keep the kittens from
sneaking out into the common room where they might get under foot. Food and
drink is not allowed in the Kitten Korner.
Two areas are for employees only: the kitchen and a stairway leading up.
Cats, it seems, might be exempt from this concept as they can some times be
seen terrorizing up and down the stairs.
Deanna leads the way to her coffee shop, opening the door. The smell of coffee drifts out and then, a few mewls and meows and trlling chirps of mews.
"Welcome to Purrfection. I'll buy you a cup. What's you're favorite?" she asks as she leads the way in, smiling at the barista she has on staff.
Maximus seems to be immediately engaged in looking at the cats. "I see my confusion…hmmm. How interesting. Listen to them!" He grins over at Deanna and then says, "Just black…So this is your place? Your shop? You made a shop where there are cats everywhere?"
"It is, and I did. I love cats and I love coffee. So? I put them together," she states, a pleased smile on her face as she looks around her place, taking a breath before smiling over at Maximus.
"Now, you? Find a seat you like and I'll be back in just a minute," she states before moving away to the bar to get the drinks. As she steps away, a very fluffy brown tabby weaves itself through Max's ankles, trilling and mewing at him.
Maximus moves towards a seat, rather than dare pick one up. He's not sure just how to do that, or if any of these cats hate that happening. But, he does find a seat and if the tabby is still around him, he reaches down to try and pet it. He has a skill with pets that just needs to be scaled down from Lockjaw, so…he gives good pets.
Not only is the fur tabby still with him, she was very helpfully trying to help him walk, by continuing to weave about his ankles with each step. When he selects a seat and drops down, she neatly leaps - landing so lightly one might think she levitated - onto the cushion by him and then just walks onto his thighs, rears up on her hindfeet, and tries to shove her face into his face. PET ME.
"Ok…ok…easy on the skirt." Maximus says to the kitty and starts, with both hands, rubbing her from right in front of the ears, on back to the tail, pretty firmly, in long stroking motions, alternating hands. "I hope no one spills coffee on you…no…but…I bet you spill coffee on other people, hmmm? Good kitty."
Purring trilling some light drooling, Fluffy Tabs loves the pets, sinking just the tiniest tip of her claws in to hold her steady against the motion of Maximus's hands. Deanna steps over with a small tray and a chuckle in her throat.
"Someone likes you," she comments, words dancing with amusement.
Maximus makes a face and stops petting until the claws go away. After all, he's in a mesh shirt. "Yes, what is this one's name? Or…do you not name them?" He asks curiously.
"That's Elizabeth. She's up for adoption. Her sheet's there, on the wall," Deanna says, sitting down and clicking her tongue to summon the feline. Elizabeth trills her way over, flopping bonelessly when Deanna presses on her side. With her other hand, Deanna offers Max his coffee.
Maximus takes the coffee and looks at his chest. "That will be fun to explain later." He makes a slight face. "Perhaps I had better adopt her, so my boyfriend doesn't get jealous."