Tom is used to being looked at as if he's vaguely recognized. It is part of his career and that of his son. He gets closer and looks over the colors in the box. The tabby hops up and looks in the box too. It doesn't behave quite like a regular cat any longer. That's part of the binding with an Anthean mind that leaves traces of human-like behaviors and characteristics behind. The tabby pats at the fluffy kittens with it's foot.
"I think I have just the mother for at least one of them." He reaches in to stroke all the fluffy bodies but his attention turns to the tabby giving him an expectant look. He knew that look and ignored it. Tom though is looking for a shyer kitten and pulls out a beige one with some random reddish markings. "It's a good think my wife isn't here. She'd try to take them all home."
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Date: 2020-07-03 01:06 am (UTC)"I think I have just the mother for at least one of them." He reaches in to stroke all the fluffy bodies but his attention turns to the tabby giving him an expectant look. He knew that look and ignored it. Tom though is looking for a shyer kitten and pulls out a beige one with some random reddish markings. "It's a good think my wife isn't here. She'd try to take them all home."