<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">Memento Mori</span></strong><br/><strong>Location </strong>: Paris, The flat<br/><strong>Tagging </strong>: John, Emily, Open<br/><hr/><br/>The feline watched them, back and forth, seeming half curious, half concerned. Mori moved against the petting hand as he got up on the back of the couch, where he'd once more paw at John; this time his head. However, immediately afterwards, he seems to lose interest in the man, instead focusing on Emily. "Mrrrrrrrr." He makes a trilling sound as he gets right off the couch, and moves over to her.<br/><br/>He would rub against her legs, both of them, carefully winding a way around her in a sort of '8' pattern. After completing this sort of circuit around her, he would lift his front paws up into the air, and move to place them on her knee, so that he could stick his head upwards into the air, and look at her. He was purring very loudly, and, perhaps, trying to help her relax. Cats, and dogs, and most animals for that matter, were pretty good about picking up the emotional states of other creatures. Mori probably felt her stress, and was now trying to help her relax.<br/><br/>One interesting thing to note, with the cat, is that usually, when Sully goes off and disappears for long stretches of time, Mori gets a little scared and needy. Right now, though, he seems to be doing relatively fine; perhaps the cat knew Sully was fine for the moment?