15084/What's new pussy cat

What's new pussy cat
Date of Scene:	14 May 2023
Location:	The Blue Lady, Fort Joseph
Synopsis:	Ivory and Crush the Bouncer (as played by Thomas Raith) talk about their shared interest in kitties.
Cast of Characters:	Ivory, Thomas Raith

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Ivory has posed:
It's mother's day, but for Ivory, there's little to go home to. not because they have no mom, or they don't like them, but because they had done their due dilligence already and called, had spent some hour or such on the phone with them and then were released. So now, hours later, they stretched, put on a jacket with a patch of two kittens on the back, took out their cat ears and started to slip out to the clubs. And for some reason, they ended up at the Blue Lady, presenting that pair of a black and white shorthair wearing stereotypical wizard's hats that read together in an open book in front of them. And of course fluffy white cat ears that swivel around at times.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Sundays are a mixed bag for Night Clubs, but today being mother's day it's a hundred times worse then usual. The Club is packed both with the young and hip who want to experience the atmosphere and older couples getting to dress up and go out and not make wifey cook for the evening. So it's a decent sized crowd as she walks in and tries to make her way to the bar, with the only real place to stand being at the very very end. A deep resonant voice, almost unnatural comes from behind her then, just commenting, "Nice Jacket." the man the voice is attached to is /huge/. At least seven feet tall if not more, with skin the color of milk chocolate and dressed in a suit that had to have been custom made.

Ivory has posed:
As the line slowly passes forward, the compliment by the huge voice makes Ivory's ear swivel to the origin before the head follows. Yup. The white cat ears have turned first, and other ears are nowhere to be seen. "Thanks. I designed it myself. Hmmm... I bet if you'd be a cat, you'd be a Maine Coon."

Thomas Raith has posed:
The huge man chuckles and says, "Little Girl, if I was a cat, I'd be a Siberian Tiger." There is no insult in how he says "Little Girl, almost like that is probably how he addresses ninety nine percent of the females in the world. "They call me Crush. Can't imagine why." He says with an amused smile, offering a hand that could easily palm a basketball. "You like cats I take it?"

Ivory has posed:
"While I do wear girl pants today, you would not be a tiger if you were a felis, because tigers are panthera." Ivory notes, chuckling a moment. "So maaaaaybe a norvegien forest cat, Crush? No, those are not very social usually. But what's that for a question... I mean, how could you not like cats? Ok, you could be a terrible person, then you would not like cats, but there's good reasons to love cats!"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Crush chuckles, a rumbling sound that has allot of room to roll around in that massive chest of his. "Fair Point Little Girl, fair point." He says with a smile, though to which of her points he doesn't make it perfectly clear. "You wanna see my babies then?" He asks with a huge smile that has allot of teeth in it, but he is already pulling out his phone and opening his photo app.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory reaches to take the hand, the smaller and much more slender whitehead still smiling and chuckling a little. "So you are a cat mom? Of course I'd love to see them!"

Pulling out their own phone, Ivory searches for their own portfolio of drawn cats. Hundreds and hundreds of little cat doodles, all of them kitten style and a each one seemingly inspired by someone, though who was who? Nigh impossible to know.

Thomas Raith has posed:
He grins hugely, holding out the phones and nodding slightly, "I certainly have been called worse things, foh sure." He says offering her the phone. There are more then three dozen pictures of kittens, and a few grown cats, in the phot's. Some group shots, but also small clusters of individuals. He took "before" pictures, some of which are almost depressing, with cats with mites, fleas, matted hair, and one with a parasite so large in her tear duct it was swelling her whole eye shut. But immediately after each heart breaking picture is at least two or three that they have been cleaned, fed, taken care of... and many of the group ends with a text overlay. Usually with a name and age and adress... where he managed to get them adopted out to.

Ivory has posed:
"Wow, you like, get them homes and all? That's super noble of you! I mean, look at the cuties, cleaning right up and a good feeding... you really must love cats." Ivory notes, smiling as they offer to see all those little drawn cats in return. Some of the designs are on T-shirts, others are on jackets.

Thomas Raith has posed:
The big man nods and shrugs, "They are helpless. I can help 'em. And when someone can help something that needs it, they should." He says calmly, as if stating a simple truth. He also adds with a smile, "Yeah, I'd love to keep 'em all but that's impossible... So I rehome them as best I can, to make room for more. Always more angels in distress right? There is a farm upstate. Woman there takes allot of them, since they help keep the mice and snakes down for her. Went ta visit her the other day. Some of them seemed to remember me."

Ivory has posed:
Nodding as he talks about cats being helpless. "Well, not entirely, but they always look so helpless. And even if they are cold blooded killers, they are cute at delivering their prey to you because they want you to have a bite too."

"Farmcats are the most independent. Not every cat can do that life, but if they can... gosh, they don't want anything but scratches from you then."

Thomas Raith has posed:
He nods as he looks at her designs, smiling his appreciation. He stops on one in perticular, and shows it to her. "So what would I have to be paying if I wanted to get this on a size five X t-shirt?" He asks with a chuckle, big chocolate eyes sparkling. "Oh I agree they can't /all/ do it. The one with the eye parasite, and I swear to you Little girl that thing was the the size of my pinkie, no joke... but once she got better? She was a regular little Princess and expected to be treated as such."

Ivory has posed:
"5XL? God, I would need to get a blank, but that wouldn't set you back too much. If you get me your number I send you the link to my store and you can place an order, and I get it to you as soon as possible." Ivory explains, smiling wide as she listens. "Omymy, but then again, she is a siameese, and those always look kinda regal once they clean up." Their ears flick twice as a car passes.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Crush grins slightly, "Well a six is actually better, but I like my t-shirts on the tight side. I don't do all those exercises for the ladies not to look, right?" He says with a chuckle and nodding. She can see that he /noticed/ the ears but doesn't mention it. Maybe polite. Maybe desensitized to "Weird Shit." Still he smiles and pulls out a small card and writes his number on it, as well as placing three coins the approximate size and feel of poker chips into her hand. "Well it was nice talking to you Little girl, but ole Crush has to get back to work. Now each of those is good for one drink, so you have a few on my, yah hear?" He asks preparing to step away.

Ivory has posed:
"Oh, I'll be good!" Ivory notes as they lift the card, scanning the number and then sending a quick text via the messanger app, linking to their online store... but also seeking their pocket for a business card. A white one, their name on it and a cat shape embossed on it together with phone number and the address. "So having fun bouncing those dog people, hm?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
The Huge man nods and smirks just a little, "Will do the first one just for you Little Girl." He says with a grin, moving back to his station gaurding the upstairs offices and the VIP lounge and letting Ivory go to enjoy the rest of her evening.