Our Lady of Fandom, Tuesday afternoon

[scruffnfeathers]

Honestly, Castiel had mostly just been mildly surprised that the eggnog coming from the taps wasn't wine. He wondered if this was some heretofore unknown sign of an impending apocalypse. He'd made an attempt at getting the holy eggnog in the fonts turned back into water, but it didn't seem to be working. Mildred finally advised he leave it alone, and the little old lady who always sat in the front row agreed, with perhaps a touch too much cheer. Castiel eyed her suspiciously, then stepped out to go check on the Cat in the Graveyard.

The Cat wasn't in the graveyard any more. It was sitting on the front stoop of the church. It licked its lips.

"Do you enjoy eggnog?" Castiel asked it.

The Cat flopped onto its side and proceeded to start chewing his shoelace.

[ooc: It's the furthering adventures of Castiel and the Cat. Open church is open.]

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Aww, it likes you." Kind of. Chuck had been in a couple relationships where biting was a good thing.

[scruffnfeathers]

"Possibly in the same way that it likes tuna, yes."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I doubt the cat finds you edible," Chuck said. "I think it's just playing."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel wasn't so sure. He was beginning to wonder if the cat did, indeed, see him as a prey species.

Or at least saw his clothing as such.

"Violent playfulness does seem to be a typical mortal trait," he observed. "Perhaps it's a Winchester."

Okay, now that one had to be a joke. Right?

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck grinned. "Now that you mention it, I have seen Dean display similar behavior..."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I'm fairly certain it's not actually Dean." He'd be able to tell. He would. Having never seen the Cat or Dean in the same place was merely a coincidence. "Also, he has never attempted to eat my coat."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm sure if it was Dean he'd have a smug look about him," Chuck said. "And he'd probably be trying to scratch me or something."

[scruffnfeathers]

The Cat wasn't paying Chuck the damnedest bit of attention, in fact. It seemed enraptured by Castiel's shoes.

"It still hasn't answered my question about the eggnog," Castiel said. "Though I suppose that's only to be expected."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Are you trying to feed the cat eggnog?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"We seem to be rather lacking in water resources, today."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I know. Luckily I noticed before I tried to take a shower." That would have been messy. "I don't think you should be trying to give the cat any, considering most of the time eggnog has alcohol in it."

Chuck didn't know if the kind coming out of the faucets was alcoholic or not. Eggnog was gross.

[scruffnfeathers]

"That might explain the excessive cheer of the woman who always sits in the front row. She seems quite taken with the holy eggnog fonts in the church, today."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Yeeeeah that would definitely make her jolly," he said, snickering. "I'm not much for it myself but it's pretty popular this time of year. It's an acceptable way to get drunk at Christmas."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel frowned. "What are the unacceptable ways to get drunk at Christmas?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Pretty much any way I get drunk at Christmas," he said, going on from what his father lectured him about. "Usually it involves scotch before noon. And I'm pretty sure taking shots around the Christmas tree isn't appropriate either."

[scruffnfeathers]

"But Christmas is meant to be a joyous time of celebration in preparation for the harsh winter months to follow, is it not?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it is." There was something about Jesus too but damned if Chuck could remember what that was all about. "But, still, you probably shouldn't get fall down drunk at family functions unless there's a festive drink involved."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I don't understand what makes a drink festive or not."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"From what I've seen, usually you can put cinnamon in something and call it a Christmas drink."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Why is cinnamon required?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea," Chuck said with a shrug. "Cinnamon is a Christmasy flavor for some reason."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel glanced down at the Cat, who despite its best efforts had yet to make any real headway into destroying Castiel's shoe. "I'm beginning to suspect that this cat has more sense than mankind does."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Well I won't argue with you there. I haven't seen a cat celebrate a stupid holiday yet," Chuck said. "Are you gonna name it?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"It's not my place to name things. It's the Cat."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay. It's the Cat. But it's not like it's going to know if you named it something different."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I am not given to arbitrarily giving things new names."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think you were. But, still, you could think about it," he said. "It's just another weird thing people tend to do, like only drinking eggnog at Christmas."

And calling a cat Cat was too Breakfast at Tiffany's for Chuck's taste.

[scruffnfeathers]

He wasn't calling the cat "Cat", he was calling it the Cat. The article was very important.

"Then I suppose I will think about it. Though I don't see why you believe me to be any more qualified in doing such a thing than anyone else."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Because it's eating your shoe. You should be the one who gets to name it."

[scruffnfeathers]

"It's not making any progress," Castiel pointed out.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"It's still being pretty damn persistent, even if it's not getting anywhere," Chuck said, looking down at it. "I'm still taking it as a sign of affection."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Perhaps it's very hungry."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck raised an eyebrow. "I think by now it'd be able to tell shoes aren't edible."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I don't see what I'm expected to do with it, either way."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Most people tend to play with cats and, you know, feed and pet them. They like that."

Chuck wouldn't personally make any attempt to pet this cat, since it looked kind of mean to him, but whatever.

[scruffnfeathers]

". . . Play with it?"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. It's kind of playing with you now," Chuck said, pointing down at Cass' shoe. "They like playing with stringy stuff, like shoelaces. They like chasing things too."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel frowned consideringly, peering down at the cat. He tilted his head, then fluttered the tip of one wing. The cat froze, shoelace dangling from its mouth, and stared at what appeared to be thin air, tip of its tail flicking back and forth.

". . . I see."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck, naturally, didn't see a damn thing. But the whole shoelace in the mouth thing was kind of cute. "As you can see, it's not that hard to keep them entertained. They're pretty easily distracted."

[scruffnfeathers]

It was sort of fascinating to watch the Cat be fascinated with something it couldn't possibly be 100% aware of. Castiel nodded. "They are not so different from humans, that way."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Hey. It takes more than a shoelace to distract me." Not much more than that, but he did have standards.

[scruffnfeathers]

"Something somewhat larger, perhaps, certainly. . . ."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Please, give me more credit than that," Chuck joked. "It has to at least be shiny or covered in lights."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I'll remember that, the next time I need to distract you."