Watching the fire she'd blink a few times before realizing the hand on her head taking to her ear.  This caused her eyes to turn back upon the man with both ears twitching before becoming still.  She noticed the man examining her ears and that caused action from her.  But she did not pull away, nor did she swipe.  Instead she would lean closer and close her eyes, thinking that she'd make this easier.<br/><br/>Having lived with a Scholar for long she knew that humans has this habit of taking interest with other people's bodies and after a time she learned not to fight it.  In the end she learned more so that if she didn't fight it or even helped that she'd be rewarded and treated kindly for it.  That's when a familiar sight took to her visions.  Books and papers with the scent of ink looming.  This caused her to straighten up a bit before backing away from him.  Strangely however she did not back away in fear but rather as though she was giving him better view of her as a whole.  Almost as though she was trained to be studied.<br/><br/>She'd remain still for the most part though if he thought to add a bit more detail then the normal sketch she'd have to stretch once or twice before returning to the same pose each time.  In truth she had always wondered why the scholarly girl made images as well but at the same time she enjoyed the sight of said images.  She rarely was able to put together that it was actually her and often just saw it more as another one of her kind after it was made.  There were times where she'd even think that humans were the creators of her and her kind.  Needless to say she didn't know.  Indeed she was far from the truth...<br/><br/>When he finally finished she realized that it was time for the reward.  It was always the same when she held still and remained in position for people to work with and for it was she given the chance to be pet or rubbed, at times fed or cared for.  With the man finally on the move she'd give weigh to the smell of the stew, her body flopping to the ground with the sound of the purring, rolling thrice over along the ground as she waited.  She wanted food but she knew when she took the food from others on her own she got hit or scared off.<br/><br/>But when she rolled around and purred or played she was treated nicely while waiting.  This time she'd roll, this time rolling thrice over in the other direction.  When the food was set however she'd peer up to him and wait.  Was it time to eat?  Was it time for her treat for holding still?  There were many questions she had but no way to ask until she took notice of his preparation of two bowls.  Knowing for the most part it was just the two of them in the cottage she'd rise up to all four before to the hind legs and approach the table.<br/><br/>She would examine the bowl and the spoon and remember the scholar's home.  There were rules for eating from the wood containers food was served in and remembering those rules would she stand up on the chair before crouching down to stay near the food.  One rule was that her hind feet weren't suppose to touch the top of the table.  The other was something about the thing and such with the weird thing near the bowl and all.  Frustrated she'd growl a bit to herself as her ears dropped before she brought her head over the stew to smell it.<br/><br/>Once more she'd growl slightly as she wanted to eat but forgot what she was suppose to do with the thing near the bowl.  It had something to do with the process of eating and after a time she'd finally set her right hand like paw over the spoon.  Not picking up she'd push it to the other side of the bowl with care before pushing it again with her left hand.  Finally she'd hold it on the far side of the bowl with both hands, her claws showing as they scratched and held into the wooden spoon.  With another grumble and a slight fit of frustration her right hand would pull away and with a quick swipe she'd throw the spoon off the table with her left, her hands immediately after pulling the bowl near to eat directly from.  The spoon had succeeded in irritating her.