chris kyle is the cleverest man within 20 kingdoms (sharpcharm) wrote in bellumlogs,
Elevator and then whatever floor, shortly after the change.
It was the second time in as many days that Chris Kyle had entered that particular elevator and became an entirely different person once he was inside. Although, this time was certainly more literal and - more importantly - out of his control and would, Puss assumed, be of much concern to the lad at a later date. It was certainly a cause for concern for Puss that he seemed to be cohabiting with a human male, although the residual knowledge and quiet voice in his handsome head that let him know that said male was as much of a con artist as he himself did please him to some extent.
As the elevator dinged carelessly through one floor and another Puss inspected himself as best he could, lamenting that he appeared to be in a box that was lacking in a mirror or a sufficiently shiny surface. He came to the happy conclusion that his fur was in magnificent enough form as to impress even the snootiest of lady kitties and that he was not lacking in his sturdy, stylish black boots which meant that he was just as prepared for absolutely anything else he may come across. Give a cat a pair of boots, Puss thought with pleasure while licking his paw and brushing it over his handsome ear, and he'll be able to give you everything else and more.
It was the thought of clothes that caused Puss to turn his attention away from the very important task of superb cleanliness to the pile of those that the lad had left on the floor. Curiously, Puss went through them with all the adroit care of someone who knows clothes and is used to handling, if not wearing them. Deciding that the lad had fine taste (certainly better than Puss's master, who Puss had long taken to choosing and laying out clothes for, although perhaps not as good a taste as Puss himself possessed) he did him the service of deftly spinning the clothes into a pin-neat pile and dropped them into the corner of the elevator. He would have taken the time to discover the lad's place of abode and left them there, but time was something Puss knew he was regrettably in lack of, and for Puss, loyal to the last, locating his silly-brained master took precedence. Even over the excellent maintenance of fine clothes, he thought with a sigh. He did, however, pluck the lad's wallet from his trousers and - at the pressing insistence in the back of his skull - a strange metal device that the lad seemed to think was important, and slid the two of them in his left boot for safekeeping.
When one of the box's walls split in two and slid open Puss was armed and ready to meet whatever or whoever was on the other side with a confident, devil-may-care grin, a wicked pair of boots and a mind as sharp as all eighteen of his claws.