Happiness is a warm kitten.

[erudite_actor]

Adventures over for the time being, Chris was content to keep his explorations to where people were. Like this room with the comfortable chairs and sofas and paper things that people liked to look at. He climbed up into a comfortable chair and dozed, occasionally looking up when some person wandered by and offered a scratch on the head. None of

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[joanna_mccoy]

Jo hunkered down to pet the small kitten. She knew there were three folks on board who'd been changed into kittens, mostly because they needed to explain why Commander Spock STILL wasn't back to being in charge. She wondered which this one was. "Hey." She checked his collar. "Chris, you do get into messes don't you?" She scratched him behind the ears.

[erudite_actor]

Purring, Chris butted against her hand, demanding more scratches. He didn't get into messes on purpose. Obviously. Trees had no business being so nice-smelling and easy to climb. He was on to them now, though.

[joanna_mccoy]

She giggled a little and picked up the kitten, carrying him over to one of the chairs. "How's life as a cat anyway?" She settled down and continued to pet the kitty.

[erudite_actor]

Right now, life as a kitten was pretty good. Chris flopped down in her lap, wiggling happily as he got comfortable. She clearly knew how to treat kittens. Chris wondered if she had one of her own.

Turning over on his back, he batted playfully at her fingers.