Wobbling Along

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The Story So Far:
Yosef, a nervous and anti-social rat who recently migrated to the Suburbs from the city finds himself a bit disenchanted with the new surroundings. To make matters worse, an ataxic and somewhat daft feline spots him and he is forced to use his wits - and her insanity - to find a safe way out of the situation.
Origional Thread

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Yoseph
<Yoseph was starting to realize just how many things were wrong with this cat. Between the flailing, twitching, and bobbing, what was wrong physically was apparent and neurological. But he'd seen cats like this in the city who were still completely mentally acute; not the case for this feline. She was, if not mentally stunted, very mentally confused. What's more, she appeared to be suffering from an abundant lack of instincts and prey drive; surely just the scent of a rat should have put her into a predatory frenzy, yet she was unresponsive to him and fully believed his outlandish tale of being a demon. If all cats were like this, I would have never left the city, mused the rat.
Of course, now he had to maintain this lie. The cat, though a bit odd, was clearly sound enough to think of things like purpose and intent based on her questions, which means he needed to come up with a convincing reason fast for his presence if he was to maintain the illusion. Frowning a little, he sat back on his haunches, running his paws through his grizzly belly-fur for a few moments before anxiously passing them over his muzzle and ears. His tail begged for a once-over, but all of this composure grooming wasn't getting him any closer to having an answer, so he finally decided to just settle on something simple.>
"Why am I here? Ho - this is my earthly home! I am gathering information for the underworld while I stay here - information on animals like yourself."

[RandomWiktor]

((Real-life Min is scratching massive holes in her face and neck because winter makes her itchy and she doesn't know when to stop. It's sad. She used to literally dig down to the muscle on her neck. If she didn't wobble and fall so much, we'd slap her in an E-collar))


Coppery eyes narrowed dangerously in thought. She had what appeared to be a frightfully skeptical look on her face. Was she suddenly seeing through the rodent's facade?

"Is that so?...Why would you, shape-shifter, want to learn about such things?"

No, the impaired cat simply wanted more information. If she was going to go along with whatever this demon-thing was planning (because she was suddenly convinced that he did indeed have some dynamic plan about...something) then she needed to know more.

Her tail flicked about her haunches, as her intense mental concentration caused to wobble a bit back and forth where she sat.

[RandomWiktor]

___Yoseph's whiskers twitched neurotically against his will, practically making his small muzzle vibrate, as the cat's posture seemed to change from cautious and awestruck to predatory and skeptical. Stupid, stupid, he cursed himself silently. She was just playing with you. They do that, you know. But the the cat surprised him, not with a pounce for the jugular nor the heavy strike of a lethal paw, but with a question. Had she spotted his ruse and now waited for him to slip up as she asked more questions? Who knew. He contemplated risking it all and saying it was none of her business, but if she was merely playing with him, it wouldn't buy the rat any time at all. Eyes flicking to and fro to assess possible escape routes, he smoothed the fur of his belly with his claws, trying to look calm and casual.
___"Well, you see... we need information on what kinds of creatures dwell here so that..." he may have been a bullshit artist, but improv was a bit trickier. "So that we know how to pass among them unnoticed." Ah, golden. "It's easy to get the appearance right, but the mannerisms demand a bit of research."
The cat's flicking tail made the rat want to pass out, recognizing it less as an attempt to stay balanced as the predatory eagerness he saw in alley cats stalking prey, but still he stood his ground. If he were lucky, she'd perhaps grow bored and be on her way - which would be convenient, because he didn't want anyone around to see it when he inevitably urinated, ran screeching to the nearest hiding space, and passed out. It might be embarrassing.

[Minerva]

All this deep thinking was making her sleepy. So, as the rat spoke and paused and spoke some more, and she roiled all this information around in her batty head, her laser-intense gaze slowly unfocused and grew spacey. Slowly, wobbling all the while, she lowered herself down onto her belly, tucking her limbs underneath her until she looked like a limbless loaf of fur, with a bobbing head. And there she stay, thinking hard for a long few minutes.

Finally, she came to a serious conclusion.

"I guess I have no choice then," she stated, rolls of back-skin twitching absently. "I'll have to help you."

Then, quick as thought, she was throwing herself back onto her feet, even though she had just settled herself. Limbs splayed like a crooked tripod around her, she stared purposefully down at the rodent-form demon.

"Our first task should be how to find food! It's an important skill for animals to know! I don't know if you need to eat, but..." Her hind legs suddenly sprang into the air against her will, as if something had stung her foot. Her front feet made no attempt to follow them however, and she turned in a circle to sit back down again and continue her thought. "...it will be important to know, if you are going to try and blend in."

- Meet Min -