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fandomtownies2009-11-25 01:30 pm
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The graveyard, Wednesday afternoon
Both Chuck and Morgan had recommended trying to feed the cat, so here was Castiel, back out in the graveyard, holding a large whole tuna. He didn't spot the cat immediately, so he stood still, seemingly unconcerned with the weight of the dead fish in his hands, and waited. After several moments, a little orange and black nose poked out of the bushes lining the edge of the cemetery that butted up against the church. The nose twitched wildly. Castiel watched, fascinated. The nose poked out further, slowly followed by the rest of the head, eyes wide, whiskers on end, ears pricked up and forward at attention. The nose twitched furiously, and the cat let out a small, curious meow.
"Hello," Castiel greeted it. "Would you like a fish?"
The cat looked from the fish in Castiel's hands to his face, then back. It launched itself from its hiding place with a fierce little "mmrrrrew!" and landed, limbs akimbo in attack position, on the fish.
Castiel stood there passively, continuing to hold the fish aloft, as the cat ruthlessly tore it -- and occasionally, Castiel's tie -- to shreds. Once it had eaten its fill (and then some), the cat stood on the now mutilated tuna, gave a long, contented stretch, whacked Castiel in the face with its tail, then jumped down to the ground, where it began studiously to groom itself, entirely ignoring its now fish-gut-covered benefactor behind it.
"You're welcome," said Castiel.
[ooc: Mmm. Tuna. Public graveyard is open.]
"Hello," Castiel greeted it. "Would you like a fish?"
The cat looked from the fish in Castiel's hands to his face, then back. It launched itself from its hiding place with a fierce little "mmrrrrew!" and landed, limbs akimbo in attack position, on the fish.
Castiel stood there passively, continuing to hold the fish aloft, as the cat ruthlessly tore it -- and occasionally, Castiel's tie -- to shreds. Once it had eaten its fill (and then some), the cat stood on the now mutilated tuna, gave a long, contented stretch, whacked Castiel in the face with its tail, then jumped down to the ground, where it began studiously to groom itself, entirely ignoring its now fish-gut-covered benefactor behind it.
"You're welcome," said Castiel.
[ooc: Mmm. Tuna. Public graveyard is open.]