InsaneJournal

Sylvia was glad to be moving again. She'd had more than enough of corpses, and disease, and everything else. She'd taken her kitten to the doctors, which had been interesting for both of them, but they'd said the kitten was fine as far as they could tell.

She'd also found several bags from a pet store in her room when she'd gone back, with no idea who'd actually left them there. She assumed it had to be one of the witches since they were probably the only ones who could have gone out and back fast enough, but she appreciated it all the same.

After being fed and cared for (and given a flea bath), the kitten seemed to be doing well. She was still toying with names for it, and having little luck in that area. She thought she was going to end up settling on Misty, but she really wasn't sure. Maybe she'd give it a few more days and see if anything else came to her. Or if people better with animals had some sort of suggestions.

Taking one of the toys from the bag, she trailed it along the floor. When the kitten seemed interested in it, Sylvia trailed it out the door and along the hallway until she came to the parlor car. While she wasn't very social, she knew she'd never meet new people penned up in her room -- so it seemed better to hang out in more public places. Then there was at least some sort of traffic and the possibility of someone saying hi.

Settling on a couch in the front parlor car, Sylvia continued to trail the toy around for the kitten to play with and pounce. She rested her free hand across her lap as she played with her little white kitten.