The Last Voyages: IC Inbox

[worthallthis]

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[worthallthis]

Well, there's no rush. It took me a couple weeks to name my first cat, and I had help. And, you know, my current cat's name is C, so you can guess how creative I am at naming.

[B sounds amiably amused at his own naming capabilities, at least, rather than annoyed.]

I'm gonna let you handle carrying her, and I'll bring you stuff, okay?

[transfundere]

Yes, certainly.

[ And he's going to scoop her up with one hand, settling her in his arms ever so tenderly. One hand goes to stroke her ears. ]

Though I've spent the last few weeks thinking of a name. What do you think of Charlotte? Lottie for short, of course.

[worthallthis]

[B re-emerges from the side room with a plastic litter box containing a bag of litter, a bag of kibble, and a few of the spare toys that he knows the kennel cat enjoys, and a cat bed under one arm.]

That's a great name. Very pretty. Though in my experience, you're never gonna actually call her that. It'll always be Lottie. Or princess. Or pretty girl. Or annoying monster, sometimes.

[He's teasing. Mostly.]

Ready to go?

[transfundere]

[ A very wry smile. ]

One must have a proper name for introductions and when one is in trouble.

[ A nod and a step towards the door. ]

Besides, Charlotte Mouser Reid has a lovely rhythm to it, don't you think?

[worthallthis]

Charlotte Mouser Reid. You're going the full three names, huh?

[He falls in behind Reid, letting him get the door. He warns the dogs,]

You guys stay put.

[transfundere]

An affectation favored by my mother, I admit.

[ He'll move quickly past the dogs, holding her carefully bundled in his arms. ]