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The current influx of, ah, individuals- while not necessarily unusual, is still considered a deviation from status quo, yes?

[ Muttering about time and the coinciding of the start of the month with this sudden influx-- there is a pause as he considers whether he really wants to make this a public announcement or if he wants to wander The City by himself.

Why not make use of the hundreds of eyes at his disposal? ]

I assume that everyone has their hands full, so I will make this brief. If anyone happens to spy a chubby grey tabby with yellow eyes, or an all white cat with green eyes, would you please contact me?

Much appreciated.

[ ooc: anything goes! Yusuf is cool to just talk about cats tbh ]

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[ Scooping her up with both hands, Yusuf hold her to his chest; one hand supporting her bum (her tail lazily swishing against his kurta) and the other curled around her little front paws to keep her from playing with his beard. ]

I have never been happier to see your little hungry face.

Mrk.

Ah, yes. I can tell the feeling is mutual.

[ Scritching her under her neck, Yusuf starts off toward the flat. He saw some tuna in the cupboard that he suspects either Arthur doesn't know about, or it is the only meal Arthur can be trusted to make himself without endangering everyone in Building 11. ]

Do we want some tuna? Tu-na?

Gurrhurr.

[ In the fashion of all pet owners who adore and think the world of their pets, Yusuf assumes that Rhada somehow translates the way he says tuna with the word itself and is thusly, loving on him for that. ]

What a smart kitty you are. Such a smart kitty. [ The affectionate rubbing travels from under her chin to the flat, soft top of her head. ]

Who will be more surprised to see you, Pancake or Eames? Do you remember him? Eames? The big man who sits in your papasan? Yes, you remember him.

[ Oh the wisdom of a cat-- if only she knew how Eames stalks her just as often as she stalks him. They're quite the pair, even when she's curled up on his belly, refusing to give up her papasan even if someone is already sleeping in it. ]

I suppose we will have to keep you away from the bird. Not that you have ever shown a particular interest in ingesting parakeet- but we cannot have you eating Arthur's friends.

[ When she cracks one eye open at that, Yusuf stands his ground against cute kitty assault. ]

I mean it, chew on Eames if you must.

[ Arthur doesn't seem like a cat person-- then again...

Pancake. ]

I am glad you like that alternative. [ Smiling down at the little rumbling feline in his arms, Yusuf opens the doors to Building 11 with his hip and heads toward the elevator. Since she first showed up on Yusuf's doorstep, she has only ever surmounted piles of books and the occasional shelf to play with vials that she knows she shouldn't. He can only hope she reacts well to the elevator, ~~as there is no way in hell Yusuf is going to trek up 9 flights of stairs.~~ ]

Though I suggest you play nice with Pancake when we get there. [ More pets as the elevator makes its way down to the lobby. ] After all, he has seniority.

[ The clawing is pretty much par for the course since cat + new experiences can only lead down one of two paths: confusion or disaster. From the look on Rhada's face, its the former with a dash of anxious questioning if it should have been the latter. The elevator deposits them on the 9th floor before she has a chance to change her mind.

Heading down to the flat, Yusuf lets himself in with attention to any snuffling that might signal Pancake's presence at the door. He's pretty good at letting anyone inside know if someone is at the door- his whole body wagging with excitement. ]

Is anyone home? I have good news!

You've concocted a vial of something that will heal my leg much more quickly?

[ Eames calls from the kitchen, using his brand new cane to hobble himself out to see Yusuf, brow raising. Pancake is tangled up between his bare feet, though both his attention and the dog's are quickly swept up with the feline in Yusuf's arms. ]

Rhada would manage to inject herself down here just to be fed.

[ Surprise = 0. ]

No, suffering is part of the learning process.

[ Shutting the door behind him, Yusuf readjusts his hold on Rhada- not quite knowing how she will react to the scritch-scratch clattering of Pancake's nails on the floor or his presence at all, for that matter. The look Yusuf gives Eames is one of insurmountable pride, like Rhada has accomplished some great feat in finding him down here.

He hasn't had a chance to think on whether her presence is a good or a bad thing- or, if it will be continued past this weekend. ]

Does she look thinner to you?

[ IS THAT A- actually what is that...? ]

It'd have been nice to receive a memo about that.

[ Still, the important thing here is that Yusuf has found Rhada, and a happy Yusuf makes a pleased Eames. It's nothing to thumb his nose about. ]

Are you really asking me if your obese cat looks less obese?