Logfile from Brass&Steel.

From afar, Harriet attackcuddles.

Long distance to Harriet: Zach thuds!

Long distance to Harriet: Zach now has a ....KITTEN!!! Vessel!

Harriet pages: Zachkitten? AWWWWWWWW!

From afar, Harriet dies from cute.

Long distance to Harriet: Zach asked for cat and got kitten. I -tried- to 
tell Fid that Harriet'd never let me go back to the original vessel once 
she finds out, but... Damn Janus anyway. :)

From afar, Harriet laughs! And plots ribbons and furpaint...

Long distance to Harriet: Zach fftts!

From afar, Harriet plots MANLY ribbons and furpaint?

Long distance to Harriet: Zach FFFFTTS! There is no such thing!

From afar, Harriet makes little silver ribbon-chains?

Long distance to Harriet: Zach peers at them, dubiously.

From afar, Harriet enhances the deal with strap-on metal claws?

Long distance to Harriet: Zach gives a superior sniff and goes to climb 
the curtains.

From afar, Harriet squirts the kitten with a water bottle. "No climbing 
the curtains."

Long distance to Harriet: Zach looks extremely offended!

From afar, Harriet smiles, and cuddles?

Long distance to Harriet: Zach chases a dust bunny!

From afar, Harriet dies from cute again.

Long distance to Harriet: Zach cuddles and writes up the kitten-desc. :)

From afar, Harriet can't wait to see it! Harriet might /actually/ melt 
into a small puddle of awwwwww.

Long distance to Harriet: Zach laughs!

Long distance to Harriet: Zach ponders bouncing over to visit Harriet as 
a kitten without telling her first. :)


Terrace Lofts -- Number 4B(#388RhJng)
	A large, bright loft on the fourth floor of the building. To the 
right of the door is a small kitchen area, and a shiny, new oaken table. 
The table has inserts, and elaborate carvings on the sides and legs. Four 
oak chairs sit around it. Nearby is the closet, and the door to the 
bathroom.
	The living area lacks typical furniture, instead holding a 
multitude of huge pillows in a variety of jewel-like colors, and stools 
of all shapes and sizes. Art supplies, and sculptures in various states 
of completion dominate the area. The sleeping area is a a small alcove at 
the far end of the apartment, holding a queen-sized sleigh bed of cherry, 
a CD player, and a Macintosh personal computer. A nearby bookcase has on 
shelf of books, one of CDs, and the top shelf is cluttered with framed 
photos. There's a large wall mirror near the bed, and posters for 
musicals plastered all over the walls.
	Overall, the apartment is in a state of clean disarray. The bed 
is unmade, and CD cases are in the oddest places, but there's no trash. 
The only thing in the room that could be said to be scrupulously neat, 
though, are the art supplies. Their tidy order makes them unusual in the 
decor. The room smells of flowers, from the numerous filled vases on the 
table, windowsills, and kitchen counter.


Harriet is in her living room, contemplating the sculpture in the center 
of the room. She's not working or anything, just staring at it 
thoughtfully. The apartment is silent, except for the faint whirr of the 
air-conditioning.

The silence is broken by a faint sound. There seems to be a scratching 
outside the window?? Yes, definitely something like scratching and a very 
faint, piping meow? It comes from the window next to the drain pipe.

Harriet blinks. That's a very odd sound to hear from the fourth floor, 
and so Harriet stands, her brow furrowing with thought as she creeps over 
to the window, pulling up blinds and peering through the glass, trying to 
pin down the faint sound. "Hello? Is there anyone out there?"

There is now a distinct sound of fervent scratching, as if something or 
someone is climbing the brick wall. Harriet's question is answered by a 
desperate, high-pitched meowing.

Harriet chooses the window closest to the sound, and pulls it open. It 
not exactly easy, since these windows get opened approximately once a 
decade, but she manages it, and the artist sticks her head out the window 
and looks around. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..."

And there, between the wall and the drainpipe, is a kitten. It is 
clinging to the wall with its little claws for all it's worth, and 
mewling piteously at Harriet. Managing to look adorable at the same time. 
"Meeeeooow!"

**A fluffy kitten of uncertain race. He seems to be around 5 months old, 
and full of bouncy life. Dark grey tabby fur covers him, his paws sport 
white "socks" and his eyes are yellow. The ears have tufts of fur 
sticking up, much like a Maine Coon.

Harriet stares. "How on earth..." she starts to exclaim, then quickly 
modulates it to a soothing croon, "hey there, sweetie. You just hang on 
for a second there, and let me get you out, you know? Here, kitty, 
kitty," she chants under her breath as she reaches out and tries to 
gently gather the kitten up in her arms. "Don't be afraid, dearheart, 
I've got you..."

Kaiser starts purring loudly as soon as Harriet's got her hands on him. 
He makes no attempts to bite or wiggle or otherwise object to being 
handeled. Instead, he licks her thumb.

Harriet melts into a delighted smile as she hoists him into the 
apartment. She settles the kitten into the crook of one arm, and closes 
the window with her free hand. Then she scritches behind his ears, in the 
guise of looking for a collar. "Well, aren't you just a little friendly 
dear," she croons. "Whatever possessed you to be out there, you know? Did 
you fall out of a window on the fifth floor?" She handles him gently, 
looking for scrapes or ouchies.

Kaiser has no signs of any ouchies and leans his head heavily into the 
scritchies. There is in fact a collar on him, and it seems to have a name 
tag on it too. "PrrrPRRRRprrr..."

Harriet checks the nametag, as she walks back into the living area, then 
to the kitchen counter. "Well, you're not a stray, so let's see if we can 
find who's missing such a," quick check, "handsome gentleman, you know?"

Kaiser wriggles at such undignified treatment, but remains otherwise 
affectionate. The nametag says, "Kaiser Soze. Owned by Harriet Davis, 
phone <phone no>." Kaiser himself licks Harriet's hand and quoths "Meow?"

Harriet stares. She plunks the kitten down on the kitchen table, gently, 
but quickly, and frowns at the fluffy, adorable little thing. She gives 
it a deeply suspicious look, then peers at the windows again, as if 
suspecting someone to come bursting through them.

Kaiser radiates innocense, as only kittens can. It idly washes one of its 
paws and looks at Harriet with Big Kitten Eyes, blinking. And, as kittens 
are wont to, he purrs while doing all of the above. Eventually, he hops 
down off the table and skips over to HArriet, batting at her ancle.

Harriet frowns some more at the windows, but when death squads fail to 
materialize, she looks down at the kitten batting at her ankle. Slowly, 
her smile returns, and she scoops it up to cuddle again. "Well," she 
says, softly, "I can't keep you, you know? It wouldn't be safe. And when 
I find out whoever dumped you off the roof to try and get me in trouble 
with animal services, I'm going to have to beat them. Yes, I am, cutie, 
you know?" She snuggles. "But since they're not likely to be open until 
Monday, you can stay until then, hmmm? How about some milk and roast beef 
for supper?"

Kaiser rubs tightly into the snuggles, enjoying the heck out of the 
attention. The purrs are so lound and powerful they rumble and vibrate 
through the whole kitten. It reached up to sniff her chin and tries to 
lick it, while looking a bit smug.

Harriet allows the kitten to lick her chin, giggling happily. "You're so 
sweet," she murmurs, taking a moment to bury her nose in the soft fur. 
Then she tucks it back in the crook of her arm, and goes about getting 
that roast beef and milk, making the plate and bowl one-handed, and 
talking to the kitten. "You're a very brave kitten, you know? Very brave. 
And strong. A veritable hero among felines, really. But no more going out 
on ledges, mmkay?"

Kaiser streeeetches to try to get at the milk and the roast beef whil 
Harriet is preparing it. It's so much more fun that way! He snugs up at 
Harriet while she fusses and then promptly curls around her hand and arm.

Harriet makes a playful "Ah, ah, ah!" noise while she struggles to keep 
kitten paws and face /out/ of her good roast beef and milk, saying in 
mock stern tones, "You do not get /all/ of it, young man. If you tried, 
then I'd have to roll you around, you know? You'd be a real furball." She 
grins at him as he curls. "Not that you care." When she gets the stuff 
prepared, she sets it on the counter, then the kitten beside the dishes, 
stroking Kaiser's fuzzy little back with a fond smile.

Kaiser uncurls and takes a few interested sniffs at the meat and the milk 
before nibbling. As Harriet strokes him, he does the elevator-butt, tail 
standing up like an exclamation mark. "PrrrrrPRRRRRprrrrrPRRRRprrrrr..." 
After nibbling a bit and taking a few tonguefulls of milk, he tires of 
the culinary stuff and peers around the conter for something to hunt!

Harriet hrms, watching the kitten. Then she reaches out and makes a 
'spider' of her hand and fingers, skittering it towards him, her 
fingernails clicking rhythmically on the countertop.

Kaiser pounces! RAR! There is a Very Dangerous Spider skittering around, 
but Kaiser will teach it not to mess on Harriet's counter! HOP! BAT! 
THUD!

The Spider splats flat under the assualt, then slithers away and attacks 
back! Quickly, it skitters around to one side of the kitten, dancing in 
to tap Kaiser gently in the side with Harriet's index finger, then 
leaping back, the fingernails beating a triumphant tattoo on the 
countertop. Harriet giggles, her eyes dancing with amusement.

Kaiser the Mighty Hunter kerpounces the FingerSpider again and again! He 
chases his nefarious prey around, trying to figure out where the next 
attack will come. Then he gets an idea! Harriet's wrist is promptly 
pounced and the kitten curls around it, smugly. Ha!

Harriet gasps. "I am undone! But, wait! The spider...has wings!" With 
that, Harriet lifts the wrist, kitten attached, up from the counter, 
quickly sliding her other hand under him to keep him from falling, and 
whirls them both around in a circle, laughing.

Kaiser hangs on for dear life, miraculously rfraining from digging his 
needle sharp claws into Harriet's wrist and arm. He even bats vigorously 
after her fingers with one paw, reclessly ignoring the distance down to 
the floor. He is a cat after all! Then suddenly, WHOOPS, he hangs 
upside-down from her arm.

Harriet eeps, and quickly scoops Kaiser back securely in her arms. "You 
silly kitten. You're not supposed to let go, you know?" she tells him 
gently, and starts ambling into the living room. "It would be absolutely 
no fun to have you land on the floor, now would it?" She scritches and 
snuggles the little fellow.

Kaiser looks somewhat peeved. "I /am/ a cat, you know!" it informes her 
snottily.

Harriet screams and tosses the cat away, backpedalling into the kitchen, 
away from the talking cat!

Kaiser meeps and is tossed! But as cats are wont to do, he lands on his 
feet and promptly sits down to lick his shoulder. He -planned- this, 
really! It was all part of his kitteny manuscript, ohyes.

Harriet backpedals until she trips over the place where carpet becomes 
linoleum, and falls on her backside with a 'Oomph'. Clearly not as 
graceful as a cat. She curls up into a sort of vertical fetal position, 
wrapping her arms around her knees and staring at Kaiser. "You /talked/," 
she says, in tones of deep accusation.

<OOC> Harriet weeps for her poor, sensible character.

Kaiser stops, as if to ponder something, then continues licking his 
shoulder. He also starts to purr. After a few more licks, he gives 
Harriet a superior look and bouncies over to her. He sits up on his hind 
legs and places two white paws on the side of her knee. Big Kitten Eyes 
look up at her. "I did, sweetheart. I'm Arethas, and apparantly this 
vessel can speak human as well as cat."

Harriet stares, starts to grin, then that suspicious look comes over her 
face again, as she peers down into those two, beautiful kitten eyes. 
"Anyone could say that, you know? Or, um, any talking cat...I guess. How 
do I know you're not trying to trick me or something?"

Kaiser looks positively indignant, as only a cat can. Well, as only a 
-kitten- can. Grown-up cats get bonuses. Anyway, he sniffs. "Shall I tell 
you the details from your dream the other night?" He looks smug.

Harriet blushes a deep red. "Don't you dare!" She grins down at him, and 
shakes her head. "Hearing those details from a kitten would be disturbing 
beyond words, you know?" She reaches out to give him a tentative scritch. 
"Um. Are you okay in there? I mean, did something happen? 
Well...obviously something happened, but are you trapped or, or 
something?"

Kaiser has absolutely no resistance versus scritchies, and blissfully 
leans into them. The purring starts all on its own. "I requested a new 
vessel, and the Boss gave me it. I'm not trapped, but I'll be spending 
some time in this one now to get used to it. Even if it comes with the 
skills to manouver, it's still kinda odd." He turns his head to lick her 
hand. "I'm very okay in here, cuddles are even better in this form than 
in human form."

"Wow." This seems like a perfectly sane comment on the whole situation, 
so Harriet says it again, in a slightly softer voice. She continues 
scritching and stroking, and unbends, instead lying on the floor and 
curling up around Kaiser. "You're a kitten, you know?" She lets this fact 
sink into her brain, then says, with a laugh, "Okay, I've always 
wondered...how /do/ you purr?"

Kaiser blinkblinks cutely and snuggles into Harriet. "I have no idea, I 
just do. It kinda just happens..." And with that the purring grows louder 
and he cuddles shamelessly. "Don't tell anyone, though."

Harriet regards him with a puzzled smile. "How very odd. Perhaps it's one 
of those things that neither man nor Celestial was meant to know, you 
know?" She takes the snuggling with equanimity, curling up a little 
closer as she pets his soft fur. "And I won't." She shakes her head. 
"This is...rather wonderful. And bizarre."

Kaiser enjoys the petting immensly and his eyes blink lazily at Harriet. 
"And useful. Did I do a good kitten act? You didn't catch anything that 
was 'off'?"

Harriet shakes her head. "No, nothing was off, you know? Er, aside from 
you being out the window on the fourth floor? Did you climb all that way 
up? You could have been hurt!"

Kaiser rolls over on his back and bats at a Harriethand with his little 
paws. "No, I climbed down from the roof, and this vessel is good for that 
sort of thing. The distress act was just that -- an act." He stretches 
and presents a tummy that needs to be cuddled.


Harriet cuddles the tummy. "Oh, well, that's good. Still," she looks 
highly dubious about the safety of such an act. "But if you're okay with 
it, you know? Would you like to stay here while you're getting 
acclimatized? If so, do you promise not to peek in on Chris while she's 
naked?" She asks that last with a grin.

You say, "I'd love to stay here, my dear. At least in this form I can 
shamelessly claim you as My Human without anyone raising an eyebrow."

Kaiser smugs at the other question, refusing to answer. He just 
prrPRRRRprrrs.

Harriet snickers. "Just don't do it out loud, dear. I'd have a world of 
trouble explaining that one away, you know?" She reaches out a hand and 
playfully tussles with Kaiser. "Oh, and no peeking on Chris," she says, 
seriously. "If she doesn't know she's being watched by someone who can 
appreciate her charms, it's not fair, right? Otherwise, I'll give orders 
that you're to be kept out of the bathroom, because you have a tendency 
to trip over yourself and fall in the toilet."

Kaiser batbatbats at her fingers, rolling around happily. "I won't. 
Though I suspect there's more to her then what meets the eye." After some 
more batting, he adds thoughtfully, "Meow."

Harriet hrms. "I'm pretty sure that she can't Hear, you know? And when 
Henry was concussed and babbling, she didn't /seem/ to recognize 
anything, but, well..." she hesitates. "Do you think I should tell her to 
leave? I'm worried about her, here. What if someone comes after me, and 
finds her?" She wiggles her fingers idly at the kitten.

Kaiser grabs her index infers with his paws and hugs it. "Might be better 
to keep her here, when you can watch her. I didn't mean anything 
supernatural, by the way." He megayawns and licks her finger.

Harriet is highly suggestible, and yawns along with the kitten. "I hope 
so, you know? I like having her around. She's very fun..." she reaches 
out and scoops Kaiser up, perhaps taking a bit too much pleasure in being 
able to manhandle the kitten, from the grin on her face. "Anyway, /I/ 
need to sleep. If you promise not to shed, you're welcome to join me." 
She winks.

Kaiser curls up around her hands and radiates cuteness! He is /so/ ready 
to laze out with Harriet. Besides, when he follows her up into the 
Marches, he won't be small and furry anymore...

Harriet sends them both to bed, then! And curls up around the small, 
furry kittenform, stroking it with gentle fingers until she falls asleep. 
Awww.

Kaiser prrrPRRRRprrrrPRRRRRRprrrr.....