Makes sense. Sort of. Jay's not so sure, honestly, but he'll take it.
"Guess it's easier to meet people when there's not..." He looks up at the sky, gestures vaguely in the same direction. "Stuff."
Jay nearly jumps at the pressure on his leg, at the low sound that accompanies it, but then it all slides into place.
That's a purr. They're purring. They're purring, at him, because he pet them.
Jay bends down to scratch the top of their head, behind the ears, around the flowery ruff like it's a collar, trying to get the tough-to-reach spots. Almost inaudibly, and at a lilting pitch higher than Tim's probably ever heard him use, he mumbles, "Hey, there, Butternut."
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"Guess it's easier to meet people when there's not..." He looks up at the sky, gestures vaguely in the same direction. "Stuff."
Jay nearly jumps at the pressure on his leg, at the low sound that accompanies it, but then it all slides into place.
That's a purr. They're purring. They're purring, at him, because he pet them.
Jay bends down to scratch the top of their head, behind the ears, around the flowery ruff like it's a collar, trying to get the tough-to-reach spots. Almost inaudibly, and at a lilting pitch higher than Tim's probably ever heard him use, he mumbles, "Hey, there, Butternut."