[John crouches low and lets his eyes fall to half-closed. His tails stays in a loose, neutral sway, and his ears swivel to track the other cat. After a moment, he flops down onto his side and stretches before moving to grab Berit and pull her in gently so that he can lick along one of her shoulders.
The picturesque moment of bonding is broken when John realizes he's just got a mouthful fur.]
Bloody-!
[He pushes himself up and hurries to the loo to wash his mouth out with water. Why does he keep letting this happen? He's really going to murder Phil at some point. These cat instincts are frustratingly strong.]
we can call this a wrap or keep going if Sherlock and Berit would follow
The picturesque moment of bonding is broken when John realizes he's just got a mouthful fur.]
Bloody-!
[He pushes himself up and hurries to the loo to wash his mouth out with water. Why does he keep letting this happen? He's really going to murder Phil at some point. These cat instincts are frustratingly strong.]