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Outside MCA, Saturday Evening

Issa had been sitting by the door sounding like someone was torturing her, and Seivarden had finally given in and taken her outside. She wasn't going to let the cat go far, not knowing if she was at all used to being outside, so now the two of them were sitting on the steps at the entrance to MCA.

Issa was staring at a bird, her tail moving. Seivarden was looking at Issa, prepared to grab her if she decided to attack the bird. It wasn't that she cared about the bird, but she doubted that the cat would catch it and preferred not to have her run off in pursuit.

Seivarden just wished it could have been warmer.

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Kanan, meanwhile, didn't much mind the weather. It was hard to let the chill settle in too deeply when you'd been off chasing a rainbow dalmatian around the woods for the better part of the afternoon, and now both man and dog were ready to head back home to settle in for the evening, Stance with a stick in his mouth, and Kanan with the odd piece of leaf litter clinging to his clothing and his hair.

It had been a very thorough run through the woods. But Stance seemed happy enough, and wasn't running Kanan ragged through town.

He did, on the other hand, speed up with his tail wagging behind him in order to investigate the cat sitting on the steps. Which Kanan was okay with; he knew Stance wouldn't hurt the cat, after all. But he did grimace when he noticed who it was the cat was sitting with. Maybe he could herd the dog around to the other door of the building, instead.

"Stance, buddy, hold up!"

Nope. Sorry, Kanan. Stance was off to make a new friend now.

Issa's attention immediately shifted from the bird to the dog and she sat up straight, wrapping her tail around her feet. She didn't look scared though, just watched Stance approaching with interest.

Seivarden, on the other hand, wasn't going to let a rainbow dalmatian attack her cat, so she quickly got to her feet and reached for Issa, lifting the cat out of reach from the dog.

"Get your dog away from my cat," she snapped at Kanan, while Issa wriggled in her arms.

"Oh, go kark yourself," Kanan muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes. A little louder, he added, "This happens to be the front door of the building we both live in. Me and my dog. We intend to use it."

Stance sat himself down on the bottom step, tail still wagging, and set down his stick, looking up at Issa with his tongue lolling out of his head happily. Hello, friend!

"Besides, Stance is harmless. Any idiot with working eyes can see that."

Issa waved a paw as far down as she could reach, trying to poke the dog's nose, and tried to wriggle out of Seivarden's grip. The cat made a displeased noise.

"Yes, I'll keep you safe from the horrible dog," Seivarden told the cat, not quite understanding what that had meant.

To Kanan she said: "Use to door all you like, but don't think I'm going to trust any of your pets to be nice and friendly."

Then Issa slipped out of her grip and landed on the ground in front of Stance.

Kanan rolled his eyes again, a little bit more expressively, at that.

"Stance never did anything to you, and Hera is by no means a pet," he growled. "You'd do yourself a big favor if you learned the difference."

Look, he wasn't worried about the animals, here. The cat clearly just wanted to check out the dog. You didn't need to be a Jedi with a penchant for communicating with animals to know that.

Admittedly, it didn't hurt.

Stance, of course, didn't much care what was going on overhead. Now the cat was there! Right there! And he was hunkering down so that he could lay on his belly and give her a good sniff.

Issa was pleased that she could now examine the dog more closely. She reached out a paw -- no claws -- and poked Stance next to his nose, completely ignoring the humans.

Seivarden crossed her arms. She didn't want to give Kanan right, but the dog didn't seem to be a threat to Issa. Still, she looked at the two animals warily.

"The dog ran straight at Issa. How should I know that she wasn't going to attack her."

Kanan drew in a slow, deep breath.

And then he exhaled, just as slowly.

"Dogs aren't exactly world-class actors," he pointed out. "If Stance wanted to attack anyone, there would be growling and bared teeth. That's how dogs work. He sure as hell wouldn't have sat down and started panting at her."

Stance... sneezed. A nose poke! How novel! That earned a big sloppy lick to that curious paw. Hello, paw!

Issa didn't particularly care to get licked, but since poking the dog gave interesting results she did it again, this time between the eyes, while gradually beginning to purr.

"Your dog has rainbow-coloured spots. For all I know she might cheerfully eat cats."

Ok, even Seivarden knew that was overdoing it. "I wasn't sure if Issa was scared of dogs. I just got her. It looks like she's not."

"Stance is a he," Kanan supplied, a touch more patiently than he was feeling. "And he likes cats, but not like that."

Stance liked pretty much everything, but not like that.

Kanan was going to refrain, just this once, from pointing out that Seivarden sounded a little bit like an idiot deciding that the color of a dogs spots meant that he was obviously a killer. And Stance was going to lift a paw to rest, ever so carefully, on top of Issa's head. Because apparently that was the game they were playing, now.

"Looks like your cat likes dogs about the same way."

Seivarden looked at the two animals, holding herself back from pulling Issa away from the dog.

"She probably met dogs at the animal shelter," she said, her arms still crossed.

She was going to refrain from pointing out that dogs often did attack cats.

Issa, meanwhile, liked this game. She happily wrapped her front legs around Stance's paw.

Kanan was going to refrain from pointing out that cats also often attacked dogs.

And birds. And whatever the hell they felt like. Because cats.

"Probably," Kanan replied, shrugging his shoulders as he watched Stance attempt, gently, to free his paw from the cat-trap. "She seems like a pretty laid-back cat either way."

He had nothing against Seivarden's cat. He wouldn't deny that he could be petty, but he wasn't going to blame an animal for its owner's poodoo attitude.

Issa the cat trap let go and instead caught sight of Stance´s ears. They looked fun. She moved a little closer to poke one of them.

"She needed a new home," Seivarden informed Kanan, mostly because she didn't know what to say. Now that she was fairly sure nothing bad was going to happen to Issa she relaxed a little, but that didn't mean she was up for a conversation with Kanan.

And Kanan would be just as happy sitting and supervising his dog until both animals got their fill, but now Seivarden was talking to him.

"So did he," he said, nodding to Stance. "Or at least he seemed to think so."

Kanan wasn't sure what was wrong with the place Stance had come from. Except for the color palette. But Stance definitely seemed happy enough now, either way.

Stance would have rolled over in an attempt to watch what Issa was doing, but since he was laying down across one of the steps, that would have ended badly for him. So he tilted his head a little, unwittingly giving her better access to one of his big floppy ears.

Big floppy ears were fun. Issa tried to catch it between her paws.

"There are a lot of kittens at the animal shelter right now," Seivarden continued. She wasn't trying to annoy Kanan, but for her the idea of just waiting in silence was worse. "I think Issa wanted a quieter home, and Peter didn't mind."

In case Kanan wondered about that.

Oh no! The new friend had his ear! Stance blinked, his head remaining at that tilt, not quite certain about what he was supposed to do next.

"Peter doesn't seem like the sort who would begrudge anybody bringing a well-behaved cat home," Kanan noted. "She seems happy enough."

This was more a comment about the cat, really. She did seem happy, both to look at and through the Force. Which didn't change Kanan's perception of Seivarden, really. It was possible to be simultaneously horrible to other people but very caring about animals, after all.

Issa tried licking the ear, the flipped it in another direction. She approved of this new friend.

Seivarden wasn't going to be the one to suggest they let the two animals meet up and play.

"This is the first time I have let her go out," she continued. "She was very insistent so perhaps she's used to it."

Kanan looked at her thoughtfully.

The cat, not Seivarden.

"Well, she seems well-fed and groomed. Either she was at the shelter a while, or she was somebody's outdoor pet before she ended up there, if that's the case." This was far easier than saying what was on both their minds, now. "Around other pets, I'd guess. She certainly knows her way around dogs."

Now Stance did roll over, which resulted in a mess of paws and rainbow spots and confused dog, laying on his back on the ground below the steps.

Kanan facepalmed. He never claimed his dog was smart.

The corner of Seivarden's mouth twitched when Stance ended up on his back. Issa quickly took the opportunity to gracefully walk on to his belly and sit down there.

"She does, yes."

Stance... now had a cat on him. This was a new development, and he had no idea what to make of it. And so, not wanting to disturb her, he remained totally still, with the exception of a happily wagging tail, and his tongue lolling out of his mouth again.

"Come on, buddy," Kanan said, trying to bite back a laugh. "Are you going to take that kind of treatment lying down?"

Apparently, he was.

Issa reached out to poke Stance's nose again, now purring again. Her new friend was fun, especially since she could boss him around.

Seivarden held back a smile. She might be annoyed about having Kanan around, and not quite pleased that Issa got on so well with his dog, but the two of them playing was cute, she had to admit.

"I... No, that dog can't be violent. Is sh.. he smart?"

"He knows a few tricks," Kanan offered, because in no world was Stance intelligent, but he definitely learned how to follow commands quickly if given the right incentive. "He can't do many of them while he has a cat sitting on his belly, though."

Stance sneezed again. His nose!

"Mostly, he's friendly. And still pretty young. I've only had him a little more than a year."

Sneezing was fun. Issa tried that again.

"I didn't know Issa needed a toy," Seivarden said. "I should have guessed, I suppose."

"Stance isn't exactly a toy," Kanan noted, casting a somewhat dubious glance at Seivarden. "Looks more like a friend, to me. But yes, most pets generally need toys, too. They get bored, just like we do."

Stance tilted his head. And then, rather than sneezing again, tried to lean up to lick the cat, careful to keep his shoulders planted so that Issa wouldn't get thrown off.

Oh, as if Seivarden needed Kanan to lecture her about what her cat needed.

"It was a joke. Aatr's tits, do you have to be so oversensitive,"

There were some moments where Kanan was really, really sorely tempted to just Jedi mind-trick Seivarden into shutting up.

He held up a hand, anyway. Not with any Force behind it. Mostly just raising an eyebrow to go with it.

"I'm not the one getting defensive and... I'm going to assume you're swearing," he noted. Calmly. He was going to be the very picture of Jedi calm right now, if only because he didn't want to upset his dog. "You've got a funny definition of oversensitive."

He was pretty sure 'oversensitive' was just a word she trotted out whenever somebody called her on her poodoo. He wasn't entirely certain she actually knew what the word meant.

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