cats here seemed to love her. she is not sure exactly what the cause for this is but it isnât something that she considers to be annoying or a hindrance. Kalâihnia loved animals of all kind, so she didnât mind being followed by a train of felines on a stroll near the Ophiuchus Tree. it was amusing, in a way. she would pause and they would as well, lingering by her feet until she chose to move again. theyâve grown on her enough that sheâs taken to given them names. and as there were only five, it wasnât too difficult of a task.Â
this is how sheâs spent a majority of her morning: resting against the base of the tree, the felines nestled around her and resting or playing close by. the miqâote makes a mental note to buy some toys for them next time sheâs out shopping. but for now, a little ball of weaved grassblades she made was suitable enough.
  her fingers run idly through one of the calicoâs fur â Ciri, she had named her â as she sprawled across Kalâihniaâs lap. the gentle vibrations of her purrs earn a smile from the woman and as a sudden shadow falls over them, she looks up to see another woman before her. and in her arms was one of the cats that had grown attached to her.
  oh no. was he causing trouble? he did have a knack for thatâ Smokey was his name. with this assumption, Kalâihnia offers an apologetic smile, gaze flickering from the disgruntled looking cat to the woman. â Let me guessâ did he try to take something of yours? â
Cats were one of the few creatures that Maria could ever be described as being âsoftâ for. The better trained they were, the better, of course, but cats of all kinds were typically some of her favourite companions. More so than some people she knew, for sure.
This cat she held now was not as trained as her own, because it had tried to beg her for treats rather than await them. Partly Mariaâs fault, as she forgot that she had the treats in the pocket of the coat she was wearing today. She was far from annoyed, though, and had already given out a few of the treats before setting out in search of its owner.
âJust some spare treats I had kept in my pocket. I suppose you could say he succeeded, as I didnât need much convincing. I thought it best to seek out his owner before he got too lost.â
âFollowing your scent was simple enough.â Kalâihniaâs scent, that was, not Smokeyâs. âI can tell he does not much enjoy being carried, at least not by me,â she said, kneeling down to let the cat gently flop out of her arms and back onto the ground, âso I wonât overstay my welcome in that regard. Do you own all of these cats?â