I see your rat, and raise you... (solo)

((ooc: In response to Rat Meat.

Bring it.))

The cooks loved Calley Swartz, so much. In all of his forms.

They loved him as a cat, when he went bacon-diving under the sneeze guard.

They loved him as a tiger, when he purrfully twined his way into the raw meat.

They loved him as a human, when he walked into their kitchen with a note and a confuzzled expression (I left a present for you in the fridge), and proceeded to pull a dead rat out of their refrigerator (for Kaylee). A carefully wrapped dead rat. The cooks so, so loved Calley Swartz. Especially when he microwaved the rat to warm it back up. Mmm, body temperature.

And Calley Swartz so, so loved his new best friend. Not even Ghost left him dead rats. Not even Cafas or Kealey. Not even Katrina. Definitely not New Guidance Counselor. This was a gift well befitting a noble feline.

Of course, her technique needed a little work. It was okay. He'd teach her.

Calley asked the cooks very nicely to have a note delivered to her with her next meal.

I left a present for you on your shoes.

There was a dead hamburger waiting for her in her room, with a magic marker name scrawled on its McGrease King wrapper.

Loope

((ooc: Lupe ups the ante in Wolf Tracks.))