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WHERE: James' current penthouse
WHEN: Saturday night
SUMMARY: Bond said Selina could come over. Selina comes over
WARNINGS: James Bond stroking Pussy
FORMAT: Words
Get a brush for the cat, she'd said. As if his constant petting and stroking hadn't been enough already to get Pussy shedding the fur she so needed.
But. Still the hairballs came and still James pretty much refused to clean them up (that's what he paid cleaners for) and so a brush seemed like the only option available to him. Along with several new items of cat furniture dotted around the house that still match the decor and look entirely unassuming, except maybe the towering scratching post, which he might be able to pass off as an odd modern art piece. Not that he often gets people come to his anyway.
Saturday evening for many is a night of drinking and partying. Saturday night for Bond is, for this week, a night of lazing around his house in jeans and a t-shirt, watching British gangster films at stupidly loud volumes so every gun shot makes the apartment shake and attentively tending to the slinky grey cat settled in his lap. He's got a brush out, a blanket over his lap and he's carefully combing her fur while she purrs like a jackhammer and occasionally mewls placatingly when he talks to her about the film.
doubleoohbaby and meowminxWHERE: James' current penthouse
WHEN: Saturday night
SUMMARY: Bond said Selina could come over. Selina comes over
WARNINGS: James Bond stroking Pussy
FORMAT: Words
Get a brush for the cat, she'd said. As if his constant petting and stroking hadn't been enough already to get Pussy shedding the fur she so needed.
But. Still the hairballs came and still James pretty much refused to clean them up (that's what he paid cleaners for) and so a brush seemed like the only option available to him. Along with several new items of cat furniture dotted around the house that still match the decor and look entirely unassuming, except maybe the towering scratching post, which he might be able to pass off as an odd modern art piece. Not that he often gets people come to his anyway.
Saturday evening for many is a night of drinking and partying. Saturday night for Bond is, for this week, a night of lazing around his house in jeans and a t-shirt, watching British gangster films at stupidly loud volumes so every gun shot makes the apartment shake and attentively tending to the slinky grey cat settled in his lap. He's got a brush out, a blanket over his lap and he's carefully combing her fur while she purrs like a jackhammer and occasionally mewls placatingly when he talks to her about the film.