The name that no human research can discover-- Who: Calvin and Xav What: A whole different sort of cattiness When: Wednesday, December 20th (Ceddon 89) 1225, concurrent to Beau's Luncheon at Belmont Manor Where: The Foxglove Room in Rosier Manor Status: Complete
It wasn't necessarily that Calvin didn't like Chouette. She was perfectly ... acceptable, as cats went. It was merely that he didn't trust her. On the whole, cats were shifty and not to be trusted, but she was cute enough, Calvin supposed. Of course, he also knew that it was this very cuteness that so often acted as a lure to unsuspecting humans who would fall easily for a clever cat's tricks, but since there was no good way to explain this to Master Rosier, it was up to Calvin (and the rest of the staff) to attend to her mischief as it arose.
And arose it did. Frequently. Calvin's mind was completely elsewhere as he ascended the stairs to bring the cat her luncheon (luncheon. For a cat. As if she were not perfectly capable of catching her own meals, like she was supposed to), bound up in logistics for the festival the next day. But all thoughts of Galarrayn slipped from his mind as he opened the door to the Foxglove Room to find Chouette primly sitting somehow on top of the beautiful hand-carved armoire at one end of the room, calmly washing her face. She looked smugly down at Calvin as he entered the room, and he glared up at her, one hand on his hip as he set the tray down. "Now see here you wily creature," he said to her. "That is hand-polished walnut, and you're getting fur on it."
Above him, Chouette flicked her tail and proceeded to pay him no attention whatsoever.