Fiona steps forward, reaching out to offer her hand to the dark
haired cat. The cat itself continues to hiss at Strauss, obviously
unhappy, until the hand is but a few inches away. As it gets closer,
she turns to sniff it, her nose wrinkling, before turning back to
offer Strauss another warning. After that, she turns toward Fiona,
pushing the top of her head into the proffered hand.
“There now,” Fiona says as she strokes the top of the cat's head,
“There's nothing here to get so worked up about.”
Head tilting from one side to another, the cats stands on all four
paws, (and on two legs) embracing the attention. She looks Fiona
directly in the eye and lets loose a long, plaintive “Meow.” The
second, brown haired cat looks on with envy for a moment, then steps
forward to get in on the action. Fiona strokes her with the other
hand, until both cats are humming with satisfaction.
“You should...” the dark cat begins,
“...be cautious,” the brown continues,
“Not everybody...”
“...in this room...”
“...is as they seem.”
