Who: Lena and Pam When: Morning Where: Lena's room
Lena had never had a cat in her life. Neither of her parents had ever liked cats; they'd always been dog people, and that had carried over into Lena's adulthood. She loved dogs, and the only cat she'd ever really known had been her aunt's cat, and it had been a fucking asshole. All it did was glare at people and hiss if they came too close. Never in a million years would Lena have imagined herself in any parallel universe as a cat owner. And suddenly there was one in her bathroom. And to her surprise, it wasn't glaring or hissing at her. Actually, it trotted right over to investigate her and mewl at her.
Lena had been spending time with the cat, and found... she liked this cat. It was cute and feisty and just wanted to pounce at... well, apparently everything, including Lena's new collection of wooden dildos she'd displayed like works of art. Which was kind of hilarious.
After talking with Pam on the network, Lena sat on the edge of the bed dragging a shoelace around for the little guy (or gal? whatever it was, Lena had looked and saw nothing) to chase. When she heard Pam outside the door, she scooped up the kitten (which seemed a little big to Lena, but what did she know) and headed over to let the woman in.