Struggling Mry 3

[russianbluerobo]

[Vlaska is now undertaking another exercise. What is it you ask? Something that would help him remember names and faces. In other words. He's pulling Mail duty across the ship. Ferrying messages - no matter how trivial they are across the ship to other people. Interestingly this also helps him with his navigation skills.]

Mreow?

[He's looking up at you curiously. Do you have a letter you want for him to send to someone? Are you getting a letter? Do you just want to scratch him behind the ear because of that adorable postman's hat somebody decided to make for him just for this occassion?]

Comments

[runners_low]

Umm, I don't have any paper or anything...

But you did good! You're working so hard, Mailman Cat.

[Felicita is going to pet you now.]

[russianbluerobo]

[Vlaska's going to lick at your hand whenever he can actually work the brainpower to do so, because most of it is focused on enjoying the attention.]

Too much HNNGH

[runners_low]

Hee hee! That tickles!

[Pet some more.]