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Everything But the Monkey, Wednesday Afternoon

Anders watched the pet store's cats play and sleep in their kennels for a long moment before he turned to Rapunzel, ridiculous grin still on his face.

"Can we take home all the cats? Or at least four or five?"

He was joking, but he wasn't. Four or five cats would make him perfectly happy.

[OOC: For the roomie, but also open.]

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"I think we should make it an even half-dozen," Rapunzel decided, peering into a kennel to coo at one particular kitten. "Hello, you, aren't you pretty? And so ferocious!"

The kitten in question had yawned, if anyone was wondering what ferocity had inspired that.

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"I can already tell he'd be a fierce hunter," Anders said. "Oh, but look at the wise eyes on that one."

The "wise" attributes of the gray cat licking blanket fuzz off her feet were perhaps not immediately apparent to anyone else.

"Maybe we do need half a dozen." (No, they didn't.)

"She'd be a great companion. She looks like a good listener," Rapunzel agreed, looking at the gray cat. "I mean, seriously, I don't know how we're going to choose just one. Look at that guy! He's obviously got a great sense of humor."

Because he was batting at her hair through the cage, like any cat would do, yes.

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"Natural comedian," Anders decided, idly holding a few fingers out in front of another cage. "And this one seems like she already likes us -- look at how she's reaching for my hand."

That was because she was going into heat, Anders.

Curiously, he asked, "It's not going to bother you when it plays with your hair?"

"Nah," Rapunzel said, actually dangling a lock of hair for the kitty to bat at intentionally, now. "I mean, I climbed out a window using it. If my bodyweight doesn't hurt, I doubt a cat playing with it's going to be too much of a problem. Pascal might be mad if our kitty friend decides to nest in it because that's his turf or whatever, but Pascal can deal and learn to make friends."

That was pretty much how Rapunzel decided most problems should be solved, anyway.

"There's plenty of room in your hair for a cat and a chameleon," Anders nodded. "Besides, Pascal likes to stay near your shoulder, and I don't think that's really a cat thing."

He watched the "comedian" cat bat at Rapunzel's hair for a bit. "I'm starting to think that one wants to come home with us."

Again, it was acting like any cat.

"Yeah?" Rapunzel looked up from her dangling hair and the cat playing with it. "I mean, I think they all do, but he's special, right?"

Not that all the kitties weren't special -- Rapunzel would never say such a thing -- but look how cute this one was! So cute.

"Look at the way his little whiskers twitch," Anders said, sounding spellbound, and then tilted his head to address the cat in the gooiest voice possible.

"Do you want to come home with us and have us be your new family? I think you do, I think you want to play with Rapunzel's hair all the time..."

The cat sneezed.

"Oh my goodness, bless you," Rapunzel cooed, because it turned out that kitty sneezes were one of the very cutest things that could happen, ever. "You don't think he's allergic to me, do you? 'Cause I really, really want him to come home with us."

"I don't think so," Anders said, though he didn't sound totally certain. "And anyhow, if he was allergic to us, we could heal that, couldn't we?"

Not that he had the first idea if either of their gifts would work on cats, but they could figure that out later. He was not going to be deterred from the cuteness of that kitty by one little sneeze.

"We totally could," Rapunzel decided, because if she could keep Mother young, she was sure she could cure one little allergy. (And if she couldn't, Anders could, because she firmly believed that Anders' magic could do anything.)

She tilted her head at the kitty before admitting, "Okay, so a name isn't jumping out at me, just yet, but I bet he'll tell us his name eventually if we take him home, right?"

Possibly both literally and figuratively, considering how she just chatted with animals.

"I always wanted to call a cat Ser Pounce-a-Lot," Anders told her thoughtfully. "But I don't think this is him. We'd have to find a new name."

He beckoned the shop employee over to open the kennel and get the kitty out.

"That can be his nickname," Rapunzel decided, stepping aside so the kennel could be opened. "Like, my mother calls me Flower half the time, even if it's not my name. And it'll especially fit if he's really pouncy!"

Or even if he wasn't. Rapunzel would happily call him that even if he turned out to be the world's laziest cat.

"Maybe," Anders said thoughtfully. "Flower? Is a Rapunzel a kind of flower, or did you get that another way?"

As he talked, the clerk offered him the kitten -- which caused a bit of a problem, as the kitten wanted to be parted from Rapunzel's hair not at all.

"I dunno," Rapunzel admitted cheerily. "I always thought it was just like, a prettiness thing."

Though Mother made a point of telling her how not-flowerlike she was fairly often, so maybe that didn't make sense?

Either way, she was going to just gently detached her hair from tiny kitty claws, yes. "It's okay, mister kitty cat," she assured him. "You'll have plenty of time to play with that later, I promise."

"Thanks," Anders said softly, and cradled the meowing cat to his chest. It fussed briefly then busied itself pawing at his shirt front.

"See, Anders is a where-my-family-is-from thing," he told her while they were on the subject of nicknames, scritching the kitty between the ears. "But after a while people quit using the real one. I'm just now getting around to telling people here that it exists."

"Lookit, he's kneading at you," Rapunzel noted with an awwwww. "Oh, little kitty friend, I'm so glad you're coming home with us."

She glanced at Anders curiously, though, teasingly adding, "I didn't know 'Anders' wasn't your real name. All this time and I've been calling you the wrong thing. Tsk, tsk."

"He is the bestest kitty ever, yes he is," Anders cooed, then turned slightly to offer Rapunzel the kitten. "Do you want a cuddle?"

He added, "You call me the right thing if you want me to answer. I always forget people who say the real one mean me." He then told Rapunzel what it was -- though it was so mundane there was no particular reason it would stay in her memory.

"Anders is better."

Rapunzel eagerly took the kitten, and her ears practically perked up when Anders told her his other name.

"I'll just call you Anders," she decided, cuddling the kitten close. "I'm used to it anyway, and it makes it even easier that that's what you prefer."

She pulled a lock of her hair away from the kitten was already playing with it. "Do we need kitty stuff? I don't think we can give him Pascal's food, probably."

"At home the cats got table scraps and whatever they hunted," Anders said, considering it. "I don't know if that would work here. There don't seem to be as many mice. Are we keeping the cat inside all the time?"

No one did that in Ferelden, but he'd gotten the idea things were a bit different here.

"And we need toys and a bed and something for him to scratch and all of that, too."

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"He can go outside with supervision," Rapunzel decided, filing away all the other stuff they'd need to get. "But he's so eensy. I'd hate for him to get lost or something if he was outside by himself!"

Though she definitely didn't want to keep the little guy stuck indoors all the time. She could relate a little too well to that.

"Or fall in front of a rickshaw," Anders suggested. (He'd once seen what a Caravan could do to a cat. It hadn't been pretty.) "You're right, for now we should watch him. He'd be fine inside the rest of the time."

He summoned the clerk over again so they could start the adoption process.

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