I dreamed last night that Cat #2, Ms Inky Blot, came and curled up in the crook of my elbow and she had brought a brand-new Buffy/Giles story for me to read and it was a lovely story and she was warm and furry and it was all awesome. And then I woke up a little more and indeed, Ms Blot was curled up on top of me, in the crook of my elbow, purring. It was raining hard just then and probably she thought I was acceptably warm.
I have no idea about her opinions in re: shipping. I suspect her of being a Spike fan.
Cat #1, aka Mr Fluffy Cow, is protesting something today by sitting on my shins. He refuses to come close enough that I can pat him. His food bowl is full, so that can't be it. His usual manner of signaling that he wants to be groomed is to leap up onto the cat tree and glare, so that can't be it.
Mr Cow is strictly a canon shipper, but he never could get into Willow/Kennedy. He liked Tara best. He informs me that he wants to know what happened to Miss Kitty Fantastico canonically.
