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@bexeve
sana chews her lip, looking at her pc. it blinks back at her in its swirl of rainbow lights, taunting her with how functional it is. she looks back at her bed, where her phone sits face-up, unlocked to a specific text conversation. the last text is from yesterday morning, sent by sana, because of course it is.
( to: eve ❣️ ) → the show was amazing, great job! it was great to see you 😊
she groans aloud, flopping into her desk chair and covering her eyes as the motion sets the chair spinning gently. there's a small mew from the door, and sana peeks between her fingers to see cowboy, her tuxedo cat, strutting into the room like he owns the place. which, to be fair, he may as well.
an idea strikes. she'll have to be careful, keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't try to eat anything -- the last thing she wants is for her baby to get hurt, after all. but it is promising...
"cowboy!" she calls, reaching down to grab his favorite wand toy from the ground nearby. she waves it in front of the underside of the desk tauntingly, watching as his eyes lock on to the motion. bingo. "come on, just go under the desk. i know you wanna tug all my cords out, don't you? yes, don't you?" she coos at him, grinning as he settles into a ready position. she holds her breath as his butt wiggles back and forth once, twice, and he pounces.
cowboy isn't a small cat. he was, once, but sana will admit he's getting a little pudgy. she moves the string out of the way, letting him go sailing by to land under the desk, where he pounces on the cords to the pc instead, tugging several of them free and causing the lights to flicker off.
while he looks around, curious and delighted to be in a place sana rarely allows him, she quickly picks up her phone and snaps a picture. before she does anything else, she reaches in to grab cowboy and tucks him into the crook of her arm, cooing softly. "ope, okay, don't want you getting the wrong idea. you're still not allowed in there, i don't want you electrocuting yourself. you did your job, though, good kitty!"
turning back around, she lets him down on the bed and sends the picture to eve, along with a text.
( to: eve ❣️ ) → [image attached] → my cat got under my desk 😭 idk what exactly he did, but help please? 🥺