| [ Francel is a kind owner, gentle and giving and affectionate — Zephirin discovers this not long after they meet, when the young man chooses him from the selection at the shelter, taking him home that day and bustling about to get him settled in, as if he were still a kitten. A kitten, or perhaps a bunny, any cute and cuddly pet, might in fact have suited Francel better, but out of all his options, he decided on a grown cat trained to keep a much older master company, and even a few days since Zephirin's moving into the apartment, he doesn't seem to regret that choice.
That remains a puzzle. Most cats would enjoy living here, content to let their owner spoil them, lounging around as pampered companions to care for, but Zephirin is accustomed to a different, unusual lifestyle. He neither sleeps the day away, nor does he demand his new owner's attention well before dawn. Suddenly too idle, he is oddly restless.
It manifests as a sort of watchfulness: in Francel's company, his focus lingers on his master — he could be a guard dog in a cat's form, though no one is likely to break in or abduct Francel. At other times, he appears vaguely at a loss, awaiting some task to perform.
One evening, while Francel is in the bath, Zephirin hovers in the doorway to his owner's bedroom, warring with some peculiar instinct that heightens the appeal of Francel's pillows, the blanket. Silent steps take him into the room in the end, and there, he leans over the bed — if only to fluff said pillows and smooth out the covers for a time, smothering an urge to climb in and curl up on the mattress. ] |
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