[ God, it's maddeningly good to have Charles consistently reassure him, meeting him with that firm way of seeing the world and taking it at face value, accepting its faults but also accepting that sometimes you just have to roll with them lest you be left with nothing. The Cat wonders if this is how he hooked Edwin in so completely; counteracting his logic with an easy disposition and a charming smile...
Somehow, thinking about this and being annoyed and endeared and flustered by it in equal amounts makes the Cat run faster, as though scarpering away from the train of thought that reminds him that soon enough his cats will report back with the situation on the mirror-labyrinth, or Edwin will come storming into the Cannery, or his own better judgement will suffocate his selfishness and have him pushing Charles through the mirror he'd recently installed in the corner of his throne room himself -- just to get him out of his mind, back into the waiting arms of his little agency.
He streaks across the sand, staying in sight of the ghost but nowhere near close enough to catch, until he leaps up the small walkway leading onto the dock and scurries into the Cannery through the plastic strip curtains shrouding the open doorway.
When Charles arrives, the Cat will be in human form again, stretched out on the seat of his throne as if he's been there for hours, perhaps even filing a claw and yawning dramatically. ]
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Somehow, thinking about this and being annoyed and endeared and flustered by it in equal amounts makes the Cat run faster, as though scarpering away from the train of thought that reminds him that soon enough his cats will report back with the situation on the mirror-labyrinth, or Edwin will come storming into the Cannery, or his own better judgement will suffocate his selfishness and have him pushing Charles through the mirror he'd recently installed in the corner of his throne room himself -- just to get him out of his mind, back into the waiting arms of his little agency.
He streaks across the sand, staying in sight of the ghost but nowhere near close enough to catch, until he leaps up the small walkway leading onto the dock and scurries into the Cannery through the plastic strip curtains shrouding the open doorway.
When Charles arrives, the Cat will be in human form again, stretched out on the seat of his throne as if he's been there for hours, perhaps even filing a claw and yawning dramatically. ]