Oh i know! You do great work on there!

Oh boy. I see the (distressing) parallels.
Also, *so* excited to see Black Doe in the world.

Oh, that is *pretty* 😍

This was Crabsticks’ domain, and the truce they’d struck with the cat was that she could do what she liked to this sofa, but that she’d leave the books and the rest of the house alone. It mostly held.
Lan looked away from Crabsticks’ belly, which was definitely a trap.

Also:
Crabsticks or, alternatively, Oh-my-gods-what-did-you-do-this-time, watched them from a sofa. Then she rolled onto her back, stretched out her forepaws, and raked her claws through the upholstery with deliberate intent. Lan winced; Sevilla shook her fist half-heartedly at the cat. 4/

Then: ‘When is it *not* Crabsticks?’ Sevilla asked, acid and exhaustion coating her words. That bloody cat is the bane of all of our lives.’ Lan winced.
‘But I think they want to discuss more than just the loss of the library drapes.’
She winced again. Her mother loved those drapes. /3

From this morning's WIP: ‘Your parents would like to see you,’ Sevilla said. ‘They’re in the library.’
Lan stared at the closed door. There had been a tone. ‘Is it,’ she began and then had to pause to lick dry lips, ‘is it Crabsticks?’
A pointed silence followed her question. 2/