Who: Chase and Kiley Where: Their room when: Morning
Chase didn't really like the look that Minion had been giving the puppy since it had spontaneously spawned from the bathroom. The cat hadn't been outright aggressive, but after sniffing it once, he'd retreated to the highest point on one of his new cat towers, both of which were situated in the corner of the room kitty-corner from the bed nook, behind the couch and near the window. He sat there with a feline judgment face that Chase had never seen before, but until he knew whether or not it was going to be trouble, he didn't really know how to feel about it.
The kitten, however, was somewhat of a different story. Minion had sniffed and then dismissed the little thing almost immediately, which was probably about as good as Chase could expect. The fact that the animals were there at all had been enough of a surprise, so the fact that no one was actually fighting was a relief. It also eased Chase's mind that yesterday's flood of cat toys and towers and the like that had seemed a little too much for one cat now seemed fairly reasonable for two. Now he just needed to figure out a place to put everything so the dog wouldn't get at it. And by "everything", he imagined that meant his new models too. Most of his presents had been stashed away in the closet, the overly large space now looking like it was actually being fully used for once.
A light bap at his hand drew Chase's attention away from Minion and down to the kitten lying prone in the crook between his thighs. He and Chell were sitting on the bottom step of the flight that led up to the bed nook, taking a break after the little animal gave a timid, but excited inspection of the lower cubby shelves. Anything that could potentially fall or break Chase had moved higher up and presumably out of reach, and after a few minutes of sniffing the kitten had lost interest. For the past few minutes Chell had been splayed out on her back, lightly attacking Chase's hand as it delved in to rub her tummy, good about keeping the claws away, but not so much when it came to the light sting of playful teeth. His fingers were covered with tiny, painless indents from their game.
"So....I don't really know anything about puppies," he told Kiley, his gaze moving from her to the pup even as his hand continued to hover and lower for the kitten's entertainment. "I mean, I guess Pam would know, but if any of the cat things are a hazard for him they should probably get stuffed into the closet unless we're watching. I could make him some stuff like I did for Neptune before so he has things to play with too."