Win Win

"He tries so hard," Madam le Pounce whispered at last, careful not to yowl. "Mmhmm," Lord Hair replied. Together, they sat on the back of the couch in perfect stillness, eyes reflecting the candlelight, silent as their human attempted some kind of occult ritual on the living room floor. "What is he trying to do?" Madam inquired, her peep voice disguised by a sudden lick gesture. "Something related to love and luck," Lord yawned strategically. Madam stretched and effectively pointed to a candle that was in the wrong position (trining the wrong companions with an errant sigil between them). "Yeah," Lord murmured, "that's a problem." Almost imperceptibly, Lord Hair rushed to the candle in question, batted the flame out, and knocked it over before returning to the couch. "He'll be sad," Madam le Pounce purred, grateful. "He'll wonder if it's a sign." "It IS a sign," Lord Hair purrbled in return. "It's a great day NOT to do bad magic and be torn apart by hemorrhoid demons ... and it's a great day not to lose the only being in the apartment that can open the soft food cans." "Win win," Madam whispered sleepily, closing her eyes.