*brings you a ded birb and grooms your hair* stupid demons can’t take care of themselves - socks the kitten 💚
*By now he sat on the floor, slumped against his chair with his heat resting on the seat. Feeling something brush against his cheek then his hair being messed with, he blinks open his eyes*
*Sees a dead bird beside his head* What the... *The paw at the top of his vision finally let his slowed mind process what was happening* Oh, Socks. It’s you. *Not concerned in the slightest, he just let’s himself be groomed by a cat*















