gadgeteerphilanthropist replied to your post “Jarvis leaned into Summer’s room, far enough to set a copper chain down on the nearest surface, without really intruding. He held Boris under his other arm, the thwarted otter hanging despondently in his grasp, save for an occasional wiggle.”
Jarvis watched the cat idly for a moment, before he decided that intruding probably wasn’t very concerning when he was still ever-present. He hitched Boris into a better position, and then stepped into the room to pet the squeaky feline.
Doc’s eyes flicked quickly back and forth between Jarvis and Boris. She laid her ears back a little, as if listening to something behind her, and skittered back a few more steps. Her tail, the end tipped with a puff of cream-coloured fur, lifted and waved cautiously, before she circled around toward Jarvis’ free hand. She gave an inquisitive sniff.