That is not going to stop him trying. *cages her hand over his wee pointy muzzle and makes a little growly noise*
*tugs on her sleeve with his teeth* I w’ll si’ on ‘im. *muffled*
Good luck with that. Be still a minute, I need to get my keys. *manages to flip the keys out and get the right one one-handed* Here we go. *plops Tonykitty down on the chair*
*crawls to the edge of the chair to peer down, readies himself with the stereotypical feline ass-wiggle, and hops down to the floor*
Helios’ ears perk up from his upsidedown sprawl on the floor, and he lifts his head before rolling over and getting up to creep over to the ocitony. His tail is low, but waving gently, and he sniffs at Tonykitty from a couple inches away.