Feb 14, 2025 10:23 am
As they reach the admin sector Seth had left Bob to retrieve his handgun, returning to his shuttle he returned after a while with a soft carrying crate. Within the ferrofiber crate lay a tortoise shell domestic house cat with an orange and blue eye. She was part maine coon, as evidenced by her enormous(for a cat) size, and likely the smattering of mixes that had come from interstellar travel. She lay in her kennel and observed but did not make any particular forays at showing interest. With the feline'a poise it was obvious she had been meticulously and strenuously trained.
"Ah, Bob, meet Theodore. Theodore, meet Bob."
When the cat meowed, it looked directly into Bob's eyes. And as uncanny as it was, it sounded like the cat had attempted to say. "Hi!" Considering Seth's economy with words, extremely limited social skills, and generally obsessive and hyperfocused personality; it wouldn't be a stretch to consider his only hobby was teaching Theodore the cat.
"Ah it is well. Theodore likes you."
"Ah, Bob, meet Theodore. Theodore, meet Bob."
When the cat meowed, it looked directly into Bob's eyes. And as uncanny as it was, it sounded like the cat had attempted to say. "Hi!" Considering Seth's economy with words, extremely limited social skills, and generally obsessive and hyperfocused personality; it wouldn't be a stretch to consider his only hobby was teaching Theodore the cat.
"Ah it is well. Theodore likes you."