Yes, the mun HAD to make an account for this little guy.

[justoneletter]

A little black cat – sort of undersized and scrawny – with a cropped and bent tail sits, looking annoyed, as cats will.

[I have no idea what possessed you to do this. You're just infatuated with the song, right? It's a momentary thing – you'll get bored of me soon enough and leave me be.]

He flicks his ears and looks off into the distance, as unhappy as any proud cat can be with his present situation.

[If you're not taking me back to my friend, I'm not interested.]

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[he_is_fish]

Do you want to be my friend cat? Roxanne and others would love to give you treats. They like cute things like you and you can't be hurt in the lounge. Lounge has blessing so no one can hurt you intentionally.

[justoneletter]

…More friends? That's an overwhelming thought. He's only ever had the painter.

It's actually a little frightening if he tries to think about it too much.

[I would like friends, but I don't want to leave the painter.]

Even though the painter isn't here, thanks to his mun. He's unhappy all over again.

[he_is_fish]

"You can have more than one friend."

She would reach out her hand to let the cat sniff it.

"You can just visit the lounge too or bring the painter."

[justoneletter]

Sniff he does, curiosity overcoming wariness. After all, she has been quite friendly and nice.

[I… think I might like that.] Somewhat shyly, he butts his head into her hand.

[he_is_fish]

Gently she would pet him being careful of her own claws. "Is good then. What's your name cat?"

[justoneletter]

[He named me Holy Night.] For he had no name until the painter gave it to him. [Do you have a name?] he wonders, rubbing his jaw against the side of her hand if she'll let him.